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spn quotes: season three

i’m collecting a bunch of quotes from the show! my favorite lines, good points of characterization, etc. all organized by episode and character, and with timestamps!

w/ncest shippers get lost

season one. two.

1. THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN

Dean—

[Bobby: So we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?] Well, sold my soul, got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol. (07:04)

[Tamara: I'm heading back to that bar.] I'll go with her. [Sam: It's suicide, Dean!] So what? I'm dead already! (21:27)

[Envy: You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone? Huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust.] (24:46)

[Sam: Think she's gonna be alright?] No. Definitely not. (34:18)

[Sam: What, you got some kind of death wish or something?] It's not like that. [Then what's it like, Dean?] Sam— [Please. Tell me.] We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way, you die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms, there's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you. [How could you make that deal, Dean?] 'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it. [So what, now I live and you die?] That's the general idea, yeah. [Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish.] Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that. [I'm not.] Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel. [It's hellfire, Dean!] Whatever. You're alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam, I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell. Huh? (37:12)

Sam—

Look. If we're going down, we're going down together, alright? (27:09)

[Pride: And you...are Sam Winchester. That's right, I've heard of ya. We've all heard of ya. The prodigy, the boy king. Looking at you now, I gotta tell ya.... Don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing now, do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season.] (31:51)

You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore. [Dean: That didn't last long.] Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something? (36:56)

[Dean: I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it.] So what, now I live and you die? [That's the general idea, yeah.] Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish. (37:44)

Misc—

Greed: We're not sins, man. We are natural, human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. (25:32)

2. THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT

Dean—

[Lisa: You can relax.] Good. [I swear you look disappointed.] Yeah, I don't know. It's weird, you know, your life. I mean, this house and kid. It's not my life, never will be. Some stuff happened to me recently, uh.... Anyway, a guy in my situation—you start to think, you know, "I'm gonna be gone one day, and what am I leaving behind besides a car?" [I don't know. Ben may not be your kid, but he wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you. That's a lot, if you ask me.] You know, just for the record, you got a great kid. I would've been proud to be his dad. (26:18)

Sam—

[Ruby: All I know is that it's about you.] What? [Don't you get it, Sam? It's all about you. What happened to your mom, what happened to her friends—they're trying to cover up what he did to you. And I want to help you figure it out.] Why would you want to help me? [I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same, Sam. Not all of us want the same thing. Me? I want to help you from time to time. That's all. And if you let me, there's something in it for you.] What could you possibly— [I could help you save your brother.] (40:40)

3. BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK

Dean—

Just Dad. You know, him and his secrets. We spent all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man. (06:20)

Oh wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade. (07:59)

That's what killed your friend. My brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now, if you don't help us stop this thing, then that puts those deaths on your head. Now, I can read people. And I get it. You're a thief and a scumbag. That's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you? (22:46)

So you know the truth about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief? [Bela: I procure unique items for a select clientele.] Yeah. A thief. (29:46)

So you're only after yourself, huh? It's all about number one? [Bela: Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved.] Well, aren't you a glass half-full. [We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride.] I actually agree with you there. (31:30)

The hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that! (36:04)

Sam—

[Dean: She knows what your weakness is. It's me.] (03:32)

[Dean: You're okay, right? I mean, you're feeling okay?] Yes, I'm fine! Why are you always asking me that? (04:04)

No way! That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this! [Dean: It was probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.] (07:45)

4. SIN CITY

Dean—

[Casey: Lose something?] All you demons have such smart mouths. [It's a gift.] Yeah. Well, let's see if you're smiling when I send your ass back to Hell. [Without your little exorcism book? Hey, go ahead.] Spiritus immunde. Ungo— [Having a little trouble there, sport?] Spiritus immunde, undolara. Pasonitote.... [Nice try, but I think you just ordered a pizza. Guess you should've paid more attention in Latin class.] I don't know what you're smiling about. You're not going anywhere. [And, apparently, neither are you.] Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and uh, he did pay attention in class. (20:02)

[Casey: You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know.] Well. That's...flattering. I'll be sure to let Sam know when he gets here. (20:58)

So demons take over. I thought the meek shall inherit the earth. [Casey: Oh, according to your Bible. It's only a book, Dean.] Not everyone would agree. [Because it's God's book? Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.] I don't know. I'd like to. (24:59)

[Casey: You're alright, Dean. The others don't describe you that way. But, you know, you're...you're likable.] A demon likes me. Sorry, I don't know how to respond to that. (29:34)

[Casey: That deal you made to save Sam—a lot of others would mock you for it, think it was weak or stupid. I don't.] It's been kind of liberating, actually. I mean, what's the point in worrying about a future when you don't have one, huh? [Still, a year to live. You're not scared?] No. [Not even a little?] Of course not. (29:50)

Sam—

Oh God. Uh. I'm sorry. That's—just—I think this was just a minor misunderstanding? yeah, okay, um. How 'bout I just—I just leave, 'cause—I'll take these—okay, I'll, uh, I'll leave this for, uh...you, uh...have a nice day? (17:20)

[Dean: Yeah, but I got somebody coming for me, and uh, he did pay attention in class.] [Casey: Oh, right, Sam. Everyone says he's the brains of the outfit.] [Everyone?] [Sure! You Winchester boys are famous. Not Lohan famous, but, you know.] (20:46)

Yeah, I like being able to help people. [Father Gil: Ever think about doing anything else?] Like what? [Hm. Anything. You seem like a pretty smart kid. Somehow I see you out in front of the pack. You could do some great things.] I don't know. I like what I'm doing, I guess. [Well, it's your life. Does, um, Dean?] Yeah, Dean. [Does he find trouble often?] Yeah. Yeah, Dean finds his fair share. [Hm. Well, it's a good thing he has you. His brother's keeper.] (30:32)

[Ruby: You're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours. There'll be collateral damage, but it has to be done.] Well, I don't have to like it. [No. You wouldn't be Sam if you did.] (39:24)

Misc—

Casey: You don't get it. All you gotta do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Your kind is corrupt, Dean. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win. (23:55)

Casey: What, you think humans have an exclusive on a higher power? [Dean: You have a God?] Sure. His name's Lucifer. [You mean the Devil?] Your word, not ours. "Lucifer" actually means "light bringer." Look it up. Once he was the most beautiful of all God's angels. But God demanded that he bow down before man, and when he refused, God banished him. Tell me, Dean. How do you like bowing before lesser creatures? [Lucifer's really real?] Well, no one's actually seen him, but they say that he made us into what we are, and they say that he'll return. [Oh yeah? And, uh, you believe that?] I've got faith. [Hm.] So, you see? Is my kind really all that different than yours? [Well, except that, uh, demons are evil.] And humans are such a lovable bunch. (26:39)

Casey: [Hell] is a pit of despair. Why do you think we want to come here? (28:02)

Casey: Sam was supposed to be the grand poo-bah and lead the big army, but he hasn't exactly stepped up to the plate, has he? [Dean: Thank God for that.] Again with God. You think this is a good thing? Now you've got chaos, a war without a front, hundreds of demons all jockeying for power, all fighting for the crown, most of them gunning for your brother. (32:22)

5. BEDTIME STORIES

Dean—

[Sam: I don't understand, Dean, why not?] Because I said so. [We got the Colt now.] Sam— [We can summon the crossroads demon—] We're not summoning anything. [—pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!] We don't even know if that'll work! [Well then, we'll just shoot her! If she dies, the deal goes away!] We don't know if that will work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now are a bunch of "if's" and "maybe's," and that's not good enough! Because if we screw with this deal, you die! [And if we don't screw with it, you die!] Sam, enough! I'm not gonna have this conversation! [Why, because you said so?] Yes, because I said so! [Well, you're not Dad!] No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. You gotta let this go, you understand me? (03:46)

[Sam: Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Just let you go?] (33:26)

Sam—

[Kyle: Those were my brothers. This guy, he killed my brothers. How would you feel?] Can't imagine anything worse. (06:34)

Look, Callie is killing people. She's angry. She's desperate because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please. Listen to your daughter. (29:28)

[Crossroads Demon: Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You're stronger than Dean. You're better than him.] Watch your mouth. [Admit it—you're here going through the motions, but truth is, you'll be a tiny bit relieved when he's gone.] Shut up. [No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean. You can finally be free.] I said, shut up. [Huh. Doth protest too much, if you ask me.] (37:15)

6. RED SKY AT MORNING

Dean—

Somebody stole my car?! [Sam: Hey hey hey, calm down.] I am calmed down! Somebody stole my— *nearly has a heart attack* (08:15)

[Bela: He can't be saved in time, and you know it.] Yeah, well, see, we have souls, so we're gonna try. (12:39)

Hey, Bela, how did you get like this, huh? What, did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something? [Bela: I don't know. Your Daddy not give you enough? Don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.] We help people. [Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stone's throw from being a serial killer.] (12:57)

This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so— [Sam: We can crash anything, Dean.] Yeah, I know, but this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining. (21:57)

I'm thinking. [Bela: Don't strain yourself. Interesting, how the legend is so much more than the man.] (23:12)

Screw you. [Bela: Very Oscar Wilde.] (24:32)

So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You're so damaged. [Bela: Takes one to know one.] (38:08)

Hey, listen, I've been doing some thinking. Um...I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon. You know, situation was reversed, I guess I'd have done the same thing. I mean, I'm not blind. I see what you're going through with this whole deal. Me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay. [Sam: You think so?] Yeah, you'll keep hunting. You know, you'll live your life. You're stronger than me. You are! You are, you'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry for...putting you through all this, I am. (38:56)

[Sam: That's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying.] (39:52)

Sam—

[Dean: It was a stupid friggin' risk, you shouldn't have done it.] I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother. No matter what you do, I'm gonna try to save you, and I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, alright? (04:32)

[Dean: Can I shoot her?] Not in public. (09:55)

[Dean: You can't save everybody, Sam.] Yeah, right. S—so, what? You feel better now or what? [No, not really.] Yeah, me neither. [You gotta under—] Just lately I feel like I can't save anybody. (16:24)

[Dean: I can't believe she got another one over on us.] You. [What?] I mean—I mean, she got one over on you, not us. [Thank you, Sam. Very helpful. (31:12)

[Dean: You're gonna be okay.] You think so? [Yeah, you'll keep hunting. You know, you'll live your life. You're stronger than me. You are! You are, you'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry, I'm sorry for...putting you through all this, I am.] You know what, Dean? Go screw yourself. [What?] I don't want an apology from you. And by the way, I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself. [Oh, well, excuse me.] So would you please quit worrying about me? I mean, that's the whole problem in the first place. I don't want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying. (39:20)

Misc—

[Sam: What'd you do, Bela?] Bela: You wouldn't understand. No one did. Nevermind. I'll just do what I've always done. I'll deal with it myself. [Dean: You do realize you just sold the only thing that could save your life.] I'm aware. (34:01)

7. FRESH BLOOD

Dean—

[Sam: There you are!] Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice. [Nice move back there, Dean, running right at the weapons.] Well, what can I say? I'm a badass. (14:02)

I want you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it. [Sam: Well, Dean, you're not going by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!] Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office. [So what, you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh, wait. Let me guess. Because uh.... It's because you're already dead, right?] If the shoe fits. [You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your old, stupid kamikaze trip.] Whoa, whoa. Kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja. [That's not funny.] It's a little funny. [No, it's not.] What do you want me to do, Sam? Huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see. What rhymes with "Shut up, Sam"? [Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid.] I'm not. [You're lying! And you may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you.] You got no idea what you're talking about. [Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out and you're still going to Hell and you're freaked.] And how do you know that? [Because I know you!] Really? [Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to since I was four, Dean—studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And I mean, I can't blame you. It's just....] What? [It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause.... Just 'cause.] (28:16)

That's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes? (39:01)

Sam—

[Dean: And how do you know that?] Because I know you! [Really?] Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life! I mean, I've been looking up to since I was four, Dean—studying you, trying to be just like my big brother. So yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And I mean, I can't blame you. It's just.... [What?] It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause.... Just 'cause. (29:17)

[Gordon: You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer.] Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice. [I don't.] Yes, you do, Gordon. (34:03)

Misc—

Gordon: We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is, walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna! As soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds: killing you, and killing myself. (34:56)

8. A VERY SUPERNATURAL CHRISTMAS

Dean—

Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa. [Sam: Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember?] (04:57)

Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year. [Sam: Have one what?] A Christmas! [No, thanks.] No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston Market—just like when we were little. [Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know?] What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases! [Whose childhood are you talking about?] Oh, come on, Sam. [No! Just...no.] Alright, Grinch. (05:43)

[Sam: I'm old enough, Dean. You can tell me the truth.] You don't wanna know the truth. Believe me. [Is that why we never talk about...Mom?] Shut up! Don't you ever talk about Mom! Ever! (07:32)

Why are you the boy that hates Christmas? [Sam: Dean—] I mean, I admit it, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids. [Bumpy?] That was then! We'll do it right this year. (10:24)

Remember that wreath Dad brought home thy one year? [Sam: You mean the one he stole from like, a liquor store?] Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans. That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it. (18:30)

[Sam: Alright. Dude. What's going on with you?] What? [I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want to do Christmas so bad?] Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic? [No, that has nothing to do with it.] Then what? [I mean, I just—I don't get it. I—you haven't talked about Christmas in years.] Well, yeah? This is my last year. (18:47)

We have the coolest dad in the world. He's a superhero. [Sam: He is?] Yeah. Monsters are real. Dad fights 'em. He's fighting them right now. [But Dad said the monsters under my bed weren't real.] That's 'cause he'd already checked under there. (21:20)

Sam—

[Dean: Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa.] Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember? (04:57)

[Dean: Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year.] Have one what? [A Christmas!] No, thanks. [No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston Market—just like when we were little.] Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know? [What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases!] Whose childhood are you talking about? [Oh, come on, Sam.] No! Just...no. (05:43)

Alright. Dude. What's going on with you? [Dean: What?] I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want to do Christmas so bad? [Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?] No, that has nothing to do with it. [Then what?] I mean, I just—I don't get it. I—you haven't talked about Christmas in years. [Well, yeah? This is my last year.] I know. That's why I can't. [What do you mean?] I mean, I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead. I just can't. (18:47)

[Edward: You, mister, better show us a little respect.] Or what? You'll eat us? (29:29)

Here. Take this. [Dean: No. No, that's for Dad.] Dad lied to me. I want you to have it. [You sure?] I'm sure. (37:02)

9. MALLEUS MALEFICARUM

Dean—

I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere. [Sam: Pretty much.] It's creepy, you know, it's downright unsanitary! (05:05)

[Ruby: Why are you even a part of this conversation?] Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank! [Oh, right, right! And you care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?] Shut up. [At least let me try and save him since you won't be here to do it anymore.] I said shut up! (19:22)

It tasted like ass. (24:36)

So all of them? Every damn demon, they were all human once? [Ruby: Everyone I've ever met.] Well, they sure don't act like it. [Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is: forgetting what you are.] Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks. [It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit, agonies you can't even imagine.] No, I saw Hellraiser. I get the gist. [Actually, they got that pretty close, except for all the custom leather. The answer is yes, by the way.] Sorry? [Yes, the same thing will happen to you. It might take centuries, but sooner or later, Hell will burn away your humanity. Every Hell-bound soul, everyone turns into someone else. Turns you into us, so yeah—yeah, you can count on it.] There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there? [No.] (35:42)

Sam—

They need to be stopped. [Dean: Stopped like, stopped? They're human, Sam.] They're murderers. (17:49)

[Dean: Are you feeling okay?] Why are you always asking me that? [Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people, you know. It used to eat you up inside.] Yeah? And what has that gotten me? [Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the freaking car and freaking argue about this stuff! You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap.] Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you? [No, I'm not mad! I'm—I'm...I'm worried, Sam, because you're not acting like yourself.] Yeah, you're right, I'm not! I don't have a choice! (20:45)

Look, Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this crap hole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change. [Change into what?] Into you. I got to be more like you. (21:25)

10. DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME

Dean—

Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat. [I'm serious, Dean.] No, you're drunk. [I mean, where you're going, what you're gonna become. I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you.] What I've been telling you. [No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you?] (03:16)

You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. I'm not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die, you're like a father to me. You gotta believe me, please! [Bobby: I'm breathing?] Yes! Now take control of it! (22:30)

Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now! (25:59)

Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun. [Nightmare Dean: We need to talk.] I get it, I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare. That it, huh? Kinda like the Superman III junkyard scene—a little mano y mano with myself? [Joke all you want, smartass, but you can't lie to me. I know the truth. I know how dead you are inside, how worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror, and hate what you see.] Sorry, pal. It's not gonna work. You're not real. [Sure I am. I'm you.] I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours. All I gotta do is snap my fingers, and you go bye-bye. [I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you. Like I said, we need to talk.] (30:37)

[Nightmare Dean: I mean, you're going to Hell, and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem! Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now, is it?] Come on, Dean, come on, wake up. [I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam. You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.] That's not true. [No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car—that's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket—Dad's. Your music—Dad's. Do you even have an original thought? No. No, all there is, is "Watch out for Sammy. Look after your brother, boy!" You can still hear your Dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell.] Just shut up. [I mean, think about it. All he ever did was train you, boss you around. But Sam—Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved.] I mean it, I'm getting angry. [Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?] Son of a bitch! My father was an obsessed bastard! All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam—that was his crap! He's the one who couldn't protect his family! He's the one who let Mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam! I always was! It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me, and I don't deserve to go to Hell! (33:21)

[Nightmare Demon Dean: You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become! (35:32)

The thing is...I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Hell. [Sam: Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you.] Okay, good. (38:40)

Sam—

[Dean: There you are. What are you doing?] Having a drink. [It's 2:00 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?] I drink whiskey all the time.] No you don't. [What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars. You hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?] It's kinda slim pickings around here. What's going on with you?] (02:50)

I tried, Dean. [Dean: To do what?] To save you. [Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat.] I'm serious, Dean. [No, you're drunk.] I mean, where you're going, what you're gonna become. I can't stop it. I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you. [What I've been telling you.] No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you because you don't want to be saved. I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you? (03:16)

[Dean: The thing is...I don't want to die. I don't want to go to Hell.] Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you. (38:40)

Misc—

Jeremy: You know what that's like? Not to be able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years. [Sam: And let me guess. That's makes you go crazy.] I just want to be left alone. I just want to dream. (32:32)

11. MYSTERY SPOT

Dean—

[Sam: Twice now, I've watched you die. And I can't. I won't do it again, okay? And you're just gonna have to believe me. Please.] Alright. I still think you're nuts, but...okay. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out. (11:44)

Wait, did he.... [Sam: Yesterday, yeah.] And? [And what?] Did it look cool like in the movies? [You peed yourself.] Of course I peed myself. A man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control of his bladder? Come on! (13:05)

Sam—

Twice now, I've watched you die. And I can't. I won't do it again, okay? And you're just gonna have to believe me. Please. (11:44)

[Gabriel: How long will it take you to realize you can't save your brother, no matter what?] (26:17)

[Bobby: Call me, Sam. We can find it together. No one man should take something like this on alone. You hear me?] (30:17)

[Bobby: I thought you'd back down from killing a man.] Well, you thought wrong. Leave the stuff, I'll do it myself. [I told you, I'm not gonna let you kill anyone—] It's none of your damn business what I do! (32:11)

[Gabriel: Let me tell ya. Whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands.] (34:50)

[Gabriel: Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish, Cro-Magnon skull of yours.] Lesson? What lesson? [This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. The bad guys know it, too. He's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.] He's my brother. [Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him.] Please, just.... Please. [I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall.] (35:36)

Misc—

Gabriel!Bobby: You and Dean, you...you boys are the closest thing I have to family. (32:18)

12. JUS IN BELLO

Dean—

[Henriksen: Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place.] (08:20)

It's kind of wild, right? I mean, it's like they're coming right for us. They've never done that before. It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome. (16:37)

[Henriksen: Can you guys beat it? Can you win?] Honestly, I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'. [Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother.] Yeah. (26:00)

[Ruby: This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue.] I got virtue. [Nice try. You're not a virgin.] Nobody's a virgin! No. No way. You're kidding me, r—? You're— [Nancy: What? It's a choice, okay?] Wh— S—so you've never—not even once? I mean, not even.... Wow! (29:18)

Please tell me you're not actually considering this. We're talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart. [Sam: And we're also talking about 30 people out there, Dean—innocent people, who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.] It doesn't mean that we throw away the rulebook and stop acting like humans. I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl who hasn't even been laid. I mean, look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win. [Then what? What do we do, Dean?] I got a plan. I'm not saying it's a good one, I'm not even saying that it'll work, but it sure as hell beats killing a virgin. (31:25)

Sam—

*Dean gets shot.* Alright, don't be such a wuss. (13:54)

[Dean: Who sent 'em?] [Ruby: You didn't tell Dean? Wow, I'm surprised.] [Tell me what?] [There's a big new up-and-comer. Real pied piper.] [Who is he?] [Not he. Her. Her name is Lilith.] [Lilith?] [And she really, really wants Sam's intestines on a stick. Guess she sees him as competition.] [You knew about this? Well, gee, Sam, is there anything else I should know?] (27:32)

So you're just gonna leave? [Ruby: Hey! I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I'm disappointed, because I tried. I really did. But clearly, I bet on the wrong horse.] (32:30)

13. GHOSTFACERS

Dean—

Alright, seriously, does looking at this nightmare through that camera make you feel better or something? I mean.... [Maggie: Um, I, uh.... Well, yeah. Uh, yeah, I think so.] Oh. (19:31)

[Sam: World just isn't ready for the Ghostfacers.] That's too bad. I kind of liked the show. [Had its moments.] (40:29)

Sam—

Yeah! I mean, it's bizarre how y'all are able to, uh, to honor Corbett's memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death. Well done. [Dean: Yeah, it's a real tight rope you're walking.] (38:56)

Well, um, our experience—you know what you get when you show the world the truth? [Dean: A straitjacket. Or a punch in the face. Sometimes both.] (39:08)

Misc—

Harry: Ed.... You gotta go be gay for that poor dead intern. You gotta send him into the light. (32:54)

Ed: Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day. (37:15)

14. LONG DISTANCE CALL

Dean—

[Sam: So you two were talking a case?] No, we were actually talking about our feelings and then our favorite boy bands. Yeah, we're talking a case! (04:22)

What if it really is Dad? What happens if he calls back? [Sam: What do you mean?] What do I say? (15:28)

[John: Dean, how could you do it?] Do what? [Sell your soul.] I was looking after Sammy, like you told me to. [I never wanted this, never. You're my boy. I love you. I can't watch you go go Hell, Dean.] I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop it. (18:18)

The man is dead, and you're still butting heads with the guy! [Sam: That's not what this is about.] Then what is it? [The fact is, we got no hard proof here, Dean! After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!] Yeah! Well, maybe! You know, maybe that's all I got, okay? (23:16)

I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way out of this. I mean, I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I'm just.... [Sam: Yeah.] I'm scared, Sam. I'm really scared. [I know.] I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, last act of a desperate man. [There's nothing wrong with having hope, you know?] Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. And the only person that can get me out of this thing is me. [Sam: And me.] "And me?" [What?] Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you come back with? "And me?" [Do you want a poem?] Moment's gone. (38:07)

Sam—

[Dean: Wow, you know, you'd think a Stanford education and a high school hookup rate of 0.0 would produce better results than that.] Hilarious. (16:03)

There's nothing wrong with having hope, you know. [Dean: Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know? And the only person that can get me out of this thing is me.] And me. ["And me?"] What? [Deep revelation, having a real moment here, and that's what you come back with? "And me?"] Do you want a poem? [Moment's gone.] (38:46)

15. TIME IS ON MY SIDE

Dean—

[Rufus: You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the gods, I'm telling you.] Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey comes from a plastic jug. (18:08)

[Rufus: I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you.] What makes you so sure? ['Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us, there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming.] (19:05)

[Rufus: You do her ear?] Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know, that sounds uncomfortable. (21:24)

[Bela: You're not the cold-blooded type.] You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my own parents. (28:20)

Look, this is simple. [Sam: Simple?] To me, it is, okay? Black or white—human, not human. (36:39)

Sam—

[Dean: Are you coming or not?] I'm staying here. [No, you're not. Because I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ-stealing freak.] You're not gonna let me? [No, I'm not gonna let you.] How are you gonna stop me? (15:12)

16. NO REST FOR THE WICKED

Dean—

[Bobby: Ain’t you just bringing down the room?] Well, it’s a gift. [Sam: I’m sorry, so then, what are we supposed to do, Dean?] Look, just ‘cause I gotta die doesn’t mean you have to, okay? We—either we go in smart, or we don’t go in at all. (05:01)

[Sam: Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else!] [Bobby: Sam’s right—] No! Damn it! Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. You guys want to save me, find something else. (05:42)

Oh, I knew you’d show up. ‘Cause I knew Sam wouldn’t listen! But you’re not gonna teach him anything. You understand me? Over my dead body. (10:29)

[Ruby: So you’re just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve hell! And I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones. I wish I could be there to hear you scream!] And I wish you’d shut your piehole, but we don’t always get what we want. (12:25)

Sam, we are not gonna make the same mistake all over again. [Sam: You said that, but what does that even mean?] Don’t you see a pattern here? Dad’s deal, my deal, now this? I mean, every time one of us is—is up the creek, the other is begging to sell their soul. That’s all this is, man. Ruby’s just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it’s paved with, and you know where it’s going. (13:43)

Sammy, all I’m saying is that you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours. [Sam: You don’t mean that. We’re—we’re family.] I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it, too. I mean, what we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go, they’re using that against us. [So, what, we just stop looking out for each other?] No, we stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons. We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, uh…then we go down swinging. What do you think? [I think you totally should’ve been jamming “Eye of the Tiger” right there.] Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too. (14:39)

[Sam: You know, if this doesn’t, uh…. If this doesn’t go the way we want, I want you to know that—] No, no no no no no no. [No what?] You’re not gonna bust out the misty goodbye speech, okay? I mean, if this is my last day on Earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. (19:54)

[Sam: I’m not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean!] Yes, you are! Yes, you are. I’m sorry. I mean, this is all my fault. I know that. But what you’re doing, it’s not gonna save me. It’s only gonna kill you. [Then what am I supposed to do?] Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you, okay? And remember what I taught you. (32:36)

Sam—

We’re gonna get this done. I don’t care what it takes, Dean. You’re not gonna go to Hell. I’m not gonna let you. I swear. Everything’s gonna be okay. (03:21)

[Ruby: Sam, you’ve got some God-given talent. Well, not God-given, but you get the gist.] All that psychic crap? That’s gone ever since Yellow Eyes died. [Not gone. Dormant. And not just visions, either. Why do you think Lilith’s so scared of you?] Right. She’s scared of me. (09:06)

[Ruby: You don’t like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes, like you’re some sort of sideshow freak.] (09:50)

What are you afraid’s gonna happen? This is me. I can handle it. And if it’ll save you— [Dean: Why even risk it?] Because you’re my brother. And because you did the same thing for me. [I know. And look how that turned out. All I’m saying…. Sammy, all I’m saying is that you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours.] You don’t mean that. We’re—we’re family. [I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it, too. I mean, what we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go, they’re using that against us.] So, what, we just stop looking out for each other? [No, we stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons. We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way, the way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, uh…then we go down swinging. What do you think?] I think you totally should’ve been jamming “Eye of the Tiger” right there. (14:11)

There’s got to be something. There’s got to be some way. What—whatever it is, I’ll do it! Don’t—Dean! I’m not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean! (32:32)

Misc—

[Dean: This is about me and Sam, okay? This isn’t your fight.] Bobby: The hell it isn’t! Family don’t end with blood, boy. (18:50)

#thanks to those who reblogged 1 and 2 recently and reminded me that i needed to keep up with this lmfao <3 #season 4 will also be up soon #spn #ej.pdf #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn season 2 #spn season two #spn quotes

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GHOST SIDEKICK

01. Full name: Chakmool-ak Ti Chel (”Chak Ti”)

02. Best friend: Tunkuruchu-seeb Bah Kan (”Tunku Bah”): A servant in Chak Ti’s house, biologically male but raised female to perform female duties. Despite the class difference, the two were pretty much raised together. Infamously helped Chak Ti prank the steps of the temple and the idols inside when they were still bbs.03. Sexuality: Likes women, but the rumors are usually colorful at best because of the company he keeps and his distinct lack of a wife.04. Favorite color: Green (but “Chak” means RED, bro)05. Relationship status: Scandalously single. He should’ve been married over ten years ago (when he was 13 or 14), but somehow his hero-ing and bodyguard-ing have managed to keep him wife-less.06. Ideal mate: Unfortunately, his thoroughly married charge, Ta’ab-ich-ek’ Bah Kawil (whom he privately calls “Ixi” (’ee-SHEE’))

07. Turn-ons: Touches+eye contact, underdogs that could totally kick his can if they put their minds to it, a huge helping of roasted fish 08. Favorite food: The aforementioned roasted fish, also has a soft spot for honey09. Crushes: Besides his Ixi? Tunku Bah because of his unconditional kindness, and his military rival the champion in the north because Chak Ti is really kind of a disaster.10. Favorite music: Most everyone he knows is pretty much tone-deaf, so he prefers instrumental music to singing, but mostly just likes listening to drumming.11. Biggest fear: Failure - to protect his Ixi, to live up to his people’s expectations, to lead his men... Pretty much exactly what happens within the first 10% of the story.12. Biggest fantasy: Before his death: retiring to the seaside with a dog and his Ixi, getting fat on roasted fish and never having to touch a weapon ever again. After his death: being alive again and feeling the breeze on his face.13. Bad habits: Underestimating foes that know who he is, staying hopelessly but silently hung up on his Ixi, never learning how to lose.

14. Biggest regret: His regrets are usually “sins of omission” because despite his hero status, he lived most of his life as totally submissive to others’ wills. Yet his biggest regret isn’t like that - he wishes he’d never competed to be the chosen hero in the first place, and let his Ixi’s second-oldest brother snag the honor instead.15. Best kept secrets: He only defeated the king’s second son during the ceremonial choosing of the hero because his Ixi had unwittingly exposed an ankle injury of the boy’s, which Chak Ti instinctively took advantage of during the fight. He really does think Tunku Bah is pretty. He prefers an identity as a simple monster slayer rather than one as a warrior hero, because he dislikes harming other people.

16. Last thought: When he dies: His Ixi. When he moves on: “Gods, that fire smells good;” and the touch of snowflakes on his face for the first time.17. Worst romantic experience: Chak Ti has strange ideas of what “romantic” really means. So probably ceremonially swearing himself to his Ixi on the day she gets married to someone else.18. Biggest insecurity: Was he ever really a hero, or just doing whatever his society deemed at one point to be heroic?19. Weapon of choice: His obsidian hero’s sword (a macuahuitl), which I will find a name for at some point. XD20. Role Model: An old cormorant fisherman he knew as a boy, who never went a day without something in his net, and gave most of his catches to poor local children.

#nanocrymo #nanocrymo2019 #ISMwriting #he really is a disaster isn't he #he is technically closer to his Ixi than he is to Tunku Bah in many ways #but his position makes Tunku Bah a much better friend for him #Chak Ti basically has belligerent tension with anyone he decides is FRAND #but still #his love for his Ixi formed gradually and is very very real #sabraeal

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turimexico · 6 years ago

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“A cosa serve fare il dittatore quando uno ha famiglia?”: Dylan Thomas sfotteva Mussolini a teatro

Per prima cosa passarono da Milano, “città gigantesca, da incubo”, solo perché avevano perso i bagagli, poi giù verso la Riviera ligure, Rapallo, San Michele di Pagana, i paesi diventati una indelebile pagina delle letteratura inglese grazie a Ezra Pound, William Butler Yeats, Ernest Hemingway. Era aprile, era il 1947, quando Dylan Thomas, questa specie di Bacco malato, icona caravaggesca della poesia occidentale, questa specie di Rimbaud redivivo, folle&pingue, nato a Swansea, la città con il cigno sullo stemma, Galles, il brutto anatroccolo diventato il più grande poeta del dopoguerra, arrivò a Firenze.

Del fatidico ‘Giubbe Rosse’, dove s’affollavano i futuristi e Soffici brindava con Papini, Dylan Thomas, alieno ai bagliori dei club letterari, ricorda il tavolino. Lì sopra scrisse una delle tante, patetiche, lettere livide di lacrime alla moglie Caitlin, enormemente tradita (lei ricambiava, per altro, con godimento): “Posso solo dire che ti amo come non mai; questo significa che ti amo per sempre, con tutto il cuore e tutta l’anima, ma questa volta come un uomo che ti ha perso. Ti amerò. Davvero ti amo. Sei la donna più bella che sia mai vissuta”. Quando i poeti arrivavano a omaggiarlo, Dylan si nascondeva. “Qualche volta andava in centro a Firenze a passare una serata nei caffè. Attorno si radunavano gli intellettuali. Thomas fissava nel vuoto e si addormentava. Una fonte attendibile racconta che una volta si nascose nel guardaroba per evitare di incontrare uno scrittore italiano venuto a fargli visita” (Paul Ferris, in Dylan Thomas. Essere un poeta e vivere di astuzia e birra, Mattioli 1885, 2008).

Preferiva la compagnia di Luigi Berti, grande traduttore dall’inglese: si davano, insieme, a memorabili bevute. I poeti italiani erano noiosi già all’epoca, evidentemente. Eppure, Dylan Thomas, poeta puro, che depurò la poesia dall’eccesso culturale, riportandola alla sua natura formale e ferina, ha influenzato una bella fetta della lirica italiana. Eugenio Montale e Piero Bigongiari lo onorarono con le loro traduzioni (modeste quelle di Montale), uno dei grandi poeti di oggi, Alessandro Ceni, nasce ispirato da Dylan Thomas. D’altronde, anche Dylan ha un antico debito verso l’Italia.

Siamo nel 1932, o giù di lì, Dylan è un “ladro del fuoco”, direbbe Rimbaud – l’unico paragone decente – uno che ha il fuoco lirico dentro. Nel 1932 Dylan Thomas ha diciotto anni: l’anno successivo sarebbe sbarcato a Londra con una poesia in tasca, destinata a una fama infinita, And death shall have no dominion, che strapperà sospiri a Sua Maestà Lirica Thomas S. Eliot. Di lì a pochissimo, nel 1934, Dylan Thomas sorge alla poesia inglese con la prima raccolta, 18 Poems. Nei primi anni Trenta, giovanissimo, Dylan Thomas pratica il giornalismo (sul South Wales Daily Post) e fa teatro, presso il Little Theatre, con la sua amica Ethel Ross.

Precocissimo, uno sparo, va considerata la verve ‘teatrale’ di Dylan Thomas. Dal 1945 la BBC ingaggia Dylan per una serie di conversazioni radiofoniche: lui è un po’ druido, un po’ aedo, un po’ pagliaccio. Il 18 giugno del 1946 delinea il poeta così: “un poeta è poeta soltanto per una minuscola parte della sua vita; per il resto è un essere umano, e uno dei suoi doveri è di conoscere e di sentire quanto più è possibile tutto ciò che si muove intorno e dentro di lui, così che la sua poesia possa essere il suo tentativo d’esprimere il culmine dell’esperienza umana in questa nostra strana terra che ha tutta l’aria di voler andare all’inferno”.

La poesia, estremamente, è una attitudine, un Nord delle ossa, una postura. Poi, nell’eventualità, si scrive. Dylan Thomas ci insegna che, beh, si può vivere come poeti – affollati da una strana disperazione, da una straordinaria gioia.

Un pagina di “Lunch at Mussolini’s”, testo di Dylan Thomas del 1932, scoperto da Roberto Sanesi

Gli archivi di Ethel Ross, ora, sono al Swansea University Archives, ma fu Roberto Sanesi, supremo anglista e grande traduttore delle Poesie di Dylan Thomas (la prima fu nel 1953, per Guanda, aveva 23 anni…), a fare la scoperta. “Alla ricerca di testimonianze sugli anni giovanili di Dylan Thomas, nel 1958 incontrai a Swansea Ethel Ross, cognata del pittore Alfred Janes. Nel 1932, quando Miss Ross conobbe per la prima volta Dylan Thomas allo Swansea Little Theatre, il giovanissimo poeta era già un ‘veterano’ delle peripezie filodrammatiche di quel periodo di provinciali tentativi di revival nella piccola sala di tipo parrocchiale incastrata fra il mare e la collina a Southend, Mumbles”. Ethel mostra a Sanesi “tre fogli battuti a macchina”. Titolo: Lunch at Mussolini’s. Pranzo da Mussolini. Questa la testimonianza di Ethel: “Questo particolare sketch (Thomas) me lo diede per metterlo in scena al Little Theatre. A quel tempo ero io che di solito scrivevo degli sketches comici per i parties che si tenevano dopo ogni spettacolo; ma quello non venne mai rappresentato… Comunque, il testo l’ho ancora io”. Il testo viene pubblicato nel 1970 sulla rivista Il Dramma e riproposto nel 1972, da M’Arte Edizioni in Milano, in un libro artistico, stampato in 100 copie numerate, con silografie di Mino Maccari. Ora, per altro, è leggibile in un sito italiano dedicato a Thomas, con parecchi materiali interessanti.

Beh, pare una ‘chaplinata’, qualcosa tra l’atto buffo, la smorfia di Chaplin, l’esigenza comica dei Marx, lo sgorbio di Buster Keaton. Il Dux è un tipo assillato dalla famiglia, che brontola e che agisce d’impeto, come una bestia fragile, contro chi non la pensa come lui. Siamo negli anni Trenta, in Galles, e Benito Mussolini è osservato da un ragazzo di 18 anni con l’ossessione per la poesia e la fantasmagoria biblica in corpo. Il guizzo geniale mi pare proprio quello: guardare il Duce, di cui è nota la prorompente oratoria pubblica, nell’atto privato, incalzato dalla moglie sul cibo (conta soltanto quello e guai a dire che la cucina italiana è modesta), che si premura di sottolineare, niente aglio, per favore, perché “stasera devo tenere un discorso patriottico”, e quando ha l’indigestione scatena incidenti diplomatici e guerreschi. D’altronde, direi, si governa come si caga, il cervello è l’appendice dell’intestino. (d.b.)

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“Pranzo da Mussolini”

Un atto unico di Dylan Thomas

La stanza da pranzo nella casa di Mussolini a Roma. Entra Mussolini. Indossa la sua uniforme più pittoresca e la migliore della sue espressioni inscrutabili. La famiglia scatta sull’attenti. Lui si siede. Loro si siedono.

MUSSOLINI (versandosi il caffè). Insomma, questo è troppo. L’acqua per la barba era fredda un’altra volta. Lo scaldabagno non funziona, e il bagno è in condizioni schifose. LA MOGLIE. Beh, ma cosa pretendi caro, se ci vuoi tenere una mitragliatrice? MUSSOLINI. Bisogna pure che mi difenda, no? LA MOGLIE. Ma non nella stanza da bagno, caro. MUSSOLINI. Bah! (Sbucciandosi una banana). E guarda questa banana, è marcia. Possibile che non vada mai bene niente in questo posto? LA MOGLIE (compiacente). No, caro. Spero ti sia ricordato di cambiarti la biancheria. MUSSOLINI. Certo. E di far prendere aria alla camicia. E di pulirmi i denti. E di lavarmi dietro le orecchie. IL FIGLIO. Perché papà s’è messo l’uniforme oggi? Deve andare a posare una prima pietra o a inaugurare una biblioteca pubblica? LA MOGLIE. Sta’ zitto, caro. Deve andare a farsi fotografare. MUSSOLINI (secco). Piantala, signorino. (Il ragazzo comincia a frignare. Le donne si guardano). LA MOGLIE. Benito! (Nessuna risposta) Benito! MUSSOLINI. Insomma, cosa c’è? Non ce l’ha un fazzoletto questo ragazzo? LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro. MUSSOLINI. E allora perché non lo adopera? (Il ragazzo ricomincia a frignare) Non lo vedi che sono occupato? Stasera ho un discorso importante. LA MOGLIE. Allora non ti dimenticare l’ombrello, caro, sembra che stia per piovere. MUSSOLINI. Bah! LA MOGLIE. A proposito del vestito nuovo di Edda… MUSSOLINI. E t’aspetti che mi metta a discutere d’una faccenda del genere? EDDA. Dovrò pure averne uno, no? MUSSOLINI. Non essere impertinente. LA MOGLIE. La bambina ha ragione. Se non facciamo alla svelta, perdiamo la svendita. MUSSOLINI. Vorrei sapere a cosa serve cercar di fare il dittatore quando uno ha famiglia. LA MOGLIE. Vorrei che tu non fossi così violento, caro. Quasi rompevi un piattino. MUSSOLINI. Ma come osa? Come osa? Io lo faccio fucilare. Lo faccio fare a pezzi. Lo faccio… LA MOGLIE. Qualcuno che non è d’accordo con te, caro? MUSSOLINI. Che non è d’accordo? Quell’infernale direttore di tutta ’sta porcheria ha avuto il coraggio di criticarmi. (Afferra il campanello). LA MOGLIE. No, un minuto caro. Non abbiamo ancora deciso cosa si mangia a pranzo. MUSSOLINI. Pranzo! Quando i destini dell’Impero tremano?… LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro. Non tornerai tardi anche oggi, eh? MUSSOLINI. Non lo so. Come faccio a saperlo. Perché? LA MOGLIE. Se continui ad arrivare in ritardo per i pasti non riusciremo mai a tenerci in casa una donna di servizio. MUSSOLINI. Mai sentita una cosa simile. Sei tu che ti devi imporre. LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro. Forse ti piacerebbe cominciare con la cuoca? MUSSOLINI (in fretta). Io… eh�� certo che no. Ho già abbastanza da fare. (Suona il campanello. Entra il segretario). IL SEGRETARIO. Eccellenza? MUSSOLINI (mostrando il giornale). L’avete visto? IL SEGRETARIO. Sì, Eccellenza. La polizia segreta l’ha arrestato un’ora fa. Vogliono sapere cosa gli devono fare. MUSSOLINI. Fare? Dobbiamo essere indulgenti. Era un vecchio amico di mio padre. Diciamo vent’anni di galera in una fortezza e un’ammenda di tre milioni. IL SEGRETARIO. Molto bene, Eccellenza. E c’è un’altra questione. MUSSOLINI. Un’altra? IL SEGRETARIO. Al Lido due tedeschi si sono lamentati della cucina dell’albergo. MUSSOLINI. Si sono lamentati della cucina italiana? È un insulto. Immediata rappresaglia con l’Ambasciatore tedesco. IL SEGRETARIO (si inchina e si ritira). Molto bene, Eccellenza. MUSSOLINI. Ecco come ci si deve comportare… Con fermezza. A fronte alta. È così che Napoleone… LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro. Ma cosa vorresti a pranzo? MUSSOLINI. Pranzo! Ma che importanza ha? Lo sai che non bado a cosa mangio. LA MOGLIE. Cosa ne diresti di un po’ di vermicelli, allora? MUSSOLINI. Assolutamente no. Li abbiamo mangiati lunedì. LA MOGLIE. Ma sono nutrienti, ti fanno bene, caro. MUSSOLINI. Ti ho detto niente vermicelli. Non facciamo che mangiare vermicelli. LA MOGLIE. Magari potresti pensare tu a qualcosa. IL FIGLIO. Maccheroni. EDDA. Ssssh! MUSSOLINI. Cosa vuoi dire, signorina? Ssssh? Suppongo di poter avere maccheroni se mi va di avere maccheroni, sì o no? LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro. Ma ricordati cos’è successo l’ultima volta che abbiamo mangiato maccheroni. MUSSOLINI. Eh? IL FIGLIO. Sì, papà. Ti sei preso l’indigestione e hai mandato la flotta contro la Grecia. MUSSOLINI. Come osi? Sai quanta gente è morta per avermi detto molto meno? LA MOGLIE. Sì, caro, ma si può sapere cosa vuoi a pranzo? MUSSOLINI. Te l’ho detto che non mi interessa. Basta che non ci sia l’aglio. Stasera devo tenere un discorso patriottico. LA MOGLIE. Vermicelli, allora? MUSSOLINI. Bah!

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CdV7 – 2. Sur les traces du chaton au pelage pâle.

Sous le dixième Aaron… Le Néko projeté dans le temps

Pendant plusieurs génération, Ukas voyagea, seul, à la recherche d’un foyer, d’un Aar’on. Des plaines glacées de Tsukiyomi jusqu’aux montagnes abruptes de Lug en passant par la jungle de Varaha… Partout où s’arrêtaient des voyageurs, le Néko se glissait dans leur vaisseau pour parcourir l’espace avec eux, avec toujours la même volonté, celle de combler le vide dans son cœur et de retrouver quiconque à aimer.

Au cours de son périple, il rencontra une multitude d’espèces. Il connut la paix du septième, la coopération du huitième et la guerre du neuvième. Il se faisait des amis, puis les perdait tout aussitôt. Il vivait de folles aventures, mais n’eut aucune oreille comprenant ses miaulements pour les raconter. Plusieurs fois, le vide s’empara de lui, accompagnant une pénible envie d’en finir. Souvent, le désir d’avancer chassait ses mauvaises pensées. Peut-être parce qu’il était naturellement candide, sans doute parce que l’espoir ne l’avait jamais quitté, il chercha et chercha encore ce qui lui avait été enlevé, sans même savoir exactement où il devait aller. Puis il oubliait, pris bien malgré lui par la simple existence qu’il menait.

Mais un jour, alors qu’il flânait au milieu de ses amis Tigrs et Washs, une étrange sensation parcourut son corps, du museau jusqu’au bout de la queue, et fit trembler ses coussinets. Une énergie qu’il connaissait. Une existence qui lui était familière… Un Néko aux plumes noirs semblait proche de l’éveil.

Guidé par son instinct et par cette lueur dans son cœur, Ukas voyagea à nouveau. Ses pérégrinations le menèrent jusqu’au système Soldane, où il plongea dans Pozidono, fut aspiré par Clito et s’échoua sur Ris, un simple astéroïde où l’anti-humanité avait construit sa base. Là, ses yeux s’illuminèrent de joie. À portée de pattes, il avait retrouvé Kémi, accompagné d’un brun. Mais avant même qu’Ukas ne puisse miauler en leur direction, les pouvoirs du chaton aux plumes noirs se réveillèrent. Ce dernier avait revêtu une bien étrange apparence, si humaine malgré ses côtés félins, ce qui ne changeait rien à celui qu’il était vraiment. Une explosion silencieuse enlaça l’univers tout entier. Ukas se retrouva projeté au milieu de cette étrange vague, happé par le temps lui-même.

Endormi, il ne se réveilla que bien plus tard.

Extrait du roman « L’étrange errance du chaton au pelage pâle », de G.E.B

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– Bon, alors, reprenons le cours… Stin, arrête de miauler steuplait, tu empêches les autres de se concentrer. Kémi, arrête de mordiller l’oreille de Stin, ça ne se mange pas ! Poupée Kili’an, arrête de miauler aussi, c’est complétement ridicule, t’es pas un chat, t’es une poupée humanoïde. Et mets des vêtements s’teuplait. C’est sérieux. Ah et l’Aar’on, mets-en aussi ! Je sais bien que tu es kilianisé et que cela joue sur ta pudeur, mais c’est chiant pour les autres... Et arrête de lécher les fesses de ta poupée. Ça fait mauvais genre devant tes chatons. Bref, où en étais-je ? Ah oui, la légende des trois Nékos…

Seul fièrement habillé avec sa baguette et ses craies au bout des doigts, devant un tableau noir qu’il venait d’installer au milieu des appartements aaronesques – il avait heureusement facturé un supplément pour cet ajout –, Gabri’el essayait tant bien que mal de faire classe à son assistance dissipée. Entre les félins qui passaient leur temps à faire des trucs de chats – genre être adorablement kro meugnon –, et la poupée blonde qui faisait non non non non dès que le brun s’en approchait en bavant mais disait oui oui oui oui dès lors que ce même brun lui rendait une visite intime, l’artiste avait bien du mal à se concentre sur son cours. D’autant plus que tous ses Chérubs qui travaillaient bénévolement sur le chantier – là, il les avait bien arnaqués – s’était mis en tête l’idée stupide de faire grève si on ne revalorisait pas leur repas d’une à deux cuillères de Nutella par jour. Gabri’el avait dû accepter de rencontrer les principaux représentant syndicaux au cours d’une réunion qui s’était terminée par quelques bosses sur le haut du crâne des faignants. Le travail avait pu reprendre, mais la leçon, elle, n’avait pas avancée.

Pointant le tableau du bout de sa baguette, le garçon aux yeux bleus essaya de faire comprendre à son assistance les fondamentaux de cette science. À l’origine, un Aar’on, un Kili’an, la première résonnance, les vorticos, le Regard, la réincarnation de l’amour éternel entre le blond et le brun, la sainte trinité… les bases quoi. Enfin, après une première interro surprise pour voir si tout le monde avait bien suivi, Gabri’el fut un peu déçu. Certes, le 02/20 de la poupée Kili’an était encourageant vu son niveau de blondeur, mais seulement 09/20 pour un brun qui était censé avoir reçu l’éveil le mois dernier, c’était assez léger, même avec l’excuse de sa mèche qui le rendait naturellement plus niais que ses prédécesseurs. L’artiste ne put même pas se remonter le moral avec les Nékos. Stin et Kémi n’avaient fait que répondre « miaou » et « nya » à toutes les questions. Zéro pointé. L’avenir de Vojolakta était quand même bien mal barré.

– Bref, les trois Nékos. Bon, pour faire simple, faut que vous compreniez que le premier Aar’on, il était sensible. Derrière son côté un peu dur et grognon, il avait un cœur gros comme ça, et il craquait facilement pour les choses mignonnes… Malgré son air faussement méchant, c’était vraiment un type bien… Le meilleur de tous ! Oui poupée Kili’an ? Tu l��ves le doigt, tu as une question ?

– Il t’a payé combien pour dire ça ?

– Ouais, bon, ta gueule. Mais si je commence mon cours en disant que c’était un con aigri égoïste qui a créé cet univers simplement parce qu’il avait peur de perdre l’amour de sa vie, ça briserait un peu la légende. En plus, tout n’est pas faux. Il y avait vraiment des gens qui lui étaient très importants. Et quand son amour pour son Kili’an a donné naissance à Vojolakta, bah plusieurs entités garçonesques à qui il tenait plus que tout au monde se sont retrouvées embarquées dans l’aventure. Et paf, ça a fait des Nékos… Purée, STIN, arrête de faire le poirier ! Rha ! C’est trop mignon… Viens ici toi !

Un « giligili » plus tard sur le ventre de l’adorable animal, la leçon put reprendre son cours normal.

– Donc, dans le processus, les Nékos ont perdu leur souvenir et leur forme originelle, mais en compensation, ils ont gagné d’immenses pouvoirs, peut-être encore plus grand que ceux de l’Aar’on lui-même. Bon, pas aussi stylé que les miens, parce que dans le deal où je devais continuellement dire du bien du premier brun, il m’a promis que je serais celui qui aurait le plus la classe de tous, mais quand même, ça reste du haut niveau… Non, Kémi, sérieux, me fais pas le coup des yeux tout ronds… c’est horrible là… Rhaaaaaaa, je craque…

Un deuxième « giligili » plus tard, Gabri’el continua son exposé :

– Du coup, pour que ça soit plus digeste, on s’est mis d’accord pour raconter ça sous la forme d’une légende. La Légende des trois chatons. Oui, parce qu’il y en a bien trois, et comme vous pouvez le voir, je les ai dessinés sur le tableau. Avouez, ils sont trop chou ! Mais vous faites pas avoir, hein, ils sont aussi trop badasses quand ils le veulent ! Bref, si je me souviens bien, ça donnait un truc du genre : Stin, le Néko au pelage bleu est né avec la capacité de détruire l’espace. Kémi, le Néko au pelage noir avait en lui la possibilité de figer le temps et Ukas, le Néko au pelage pâle pouvait… euh… Bah j’ai complétement oublié en fait. Mais en même temps, ça remonte à super loin. Bon… Poupée Kili’an, arrête de remuer la queue en espérant obtenir une caresse, c’est crade et t’es pas un chaton, ça marche pas avec toi… Rha, ok, viens ici…

Une paire de gifles et une énorme bouderie plus tard, Gabri’el poursuivit ses explications :

– Bon, je ne me souviens plus du pouvoir de ce troisième Néko, mais il existe, c’est une certitude. Il trainait avec les deux autres jusqu’au sixième Aar’on ! Ensuite, euh, on va dire que j’ai un peu merdé et que je l’ai paumé, mais il est toujours en vie. L’étoile que poursuivait le quatorzième à la fin de sa vie en est une preuve ! Pauvre quatorzième d’ailleurs, il était persuadé que c’était le signe qu’un nouveau Kili’an était né pour lui ! Genre, comme si un Aar’on pouvait avoir deux Kili’ans ! Non mais je suis sûr de moi pour le coup, j’ai enquêté sur le sujet et d’ailleurs… Eh l’Aar’on, j’peux savoir ce que tu fais ? Le cours n’est pas terminé, pourquoi tu te casses ?

– Bah ! J’vais chercher mon troisième chaton, tiens ! – répondit le brun en haussant les épaules, comme si c’était l’évidence même. Chercher des trucs qu’il aime à travers tout Vojolakta, c’est pas le propre d’un Aar’on ? Allez, c’est décidé, tout le monde s’y met ! On y va ! Et en plus, je trouve ça super cool ! Bon, par contre, je peux le trouver où, cet « Ukas », moi ?

Énervé, Gabri’el cassa nerveusement en deux sa petite baguette et jeta avec violences les morceaux sur les Chérubs alentours qui rigolaient au lieu de bosser. Tant pis, puisque c’était ainsi, il garderait pour lui la vérité qui liait l’Aar’on aux trois Nékos. Après tout, avaient-ils tous besoin de savoir que c’était un amour teinté de culpabilité et d’impuissance qui avait transformé l’âme de ces adorables garçons en chatons ? Les regrets du premier face à son incapacité à protéger pleinement ces trois anges avait été la cause de tout, et c’était sur ces sentiments que reposait l’équilibre de Vojolakta.

– J’LE TROUVE OU BORDEL ? – insista l’Aar’on en observant Gabri’el se perdre dans ses pensées.

– Hein ? Heu, pour reprendre l’historique, Ukas vivait à l’époque du sixième Aar’on sur Susanoo, mais…

Le châtain n’eut pas le temps de terminer sa phrase et de prévenir le brun que c’était une connerie d’y aller. Stin et Kémi lui avaient déjà sauté sur les épaules en miaulant de joie face à l’idée de faire partie de cette aventure, et la poupée Kili’an s’était mise à sucer la poignée de porte, comme ça, parce qu’elle avait une forme rigolote. Et encore, c’était sans parler de l’armée de Chérubs qui voletait tout autour de lui en soufflant dans des trompettes pour fêter la mise en place de cette grande mission ainsi la petite pause qu’ils venaient de gagner dans leurs travaux de peinture.

Avec tout ce petit monde entassé dans le Space force one, le voyage fut plutôt compliqué. À chaque fois que Gabri’el voulait l’ouvrir pour donner quelques précisions, il se retrouvait coupé ou obligé de gérer les facéties de ses camarades. Après avoir ligoté et enfermé tous les Chérubs dans la cale, il dut courir dans tous le vaisseau pour empêcher Kémi et Stin de lécher le fond d’un pot de Nutella. Trop dangereux pour l’univers tout entier. Puis une fois les chatons calmés, il dût gronder et rhabiller la peluche Kili’an, qui s’était réfugiée dans la calle pour coucher avec tous les Chérubs, puis réconforter l’Aar’on jaloux qui pleurait parce que « son » Kili’an à lui était méchant et ne l’aimait pas. Alors que ce n’était pas à proprement parlé « son » Kili’an mais une simple peluche, vu qu’il était lui-même son propre Kili’an. Du coup, vexé, l’Aar’on essaya de faire comme la peluche et de coucher avec tout ce qu’il trouvait sur son chemin. À commencer par les jolies pierres de Susanoo.

– MAIS ESPECE D’IMBÉCILE… – hurla Gabri’el. C’EST UN CAILLOU, ÇA ! C’EST PAS FAIT POUR ! Même… Même les anciens Kili’ans étaient pas aussi stupides et s’étaient trouvé des trucs sympas avec qui forniquer sur cette planète ! Non, poupée Kili’an, lâche ce garde s’il te plait ! Il ne t’a rien fait ! Laisse-le vivre sa vie tranquille ! Et… merde, où sont les chatons ? STIN, KÉMI, AU PIED ! Rha, ils courent vite ces cons !

Un peu vexé, le dix-huitième renifla lourdement et se retrouva rapidement au bord des larmes. Était-ce sa faute à lui si cette pierre avait une forme rigolote qui avait tout émoustillé sa mèche ? Enfin, voyant que personne ne tenait à le réconforter, il chercha à retenir le positif dans cette histoire. Vu qu’il était sur Susanoo à deux pas des ruines du vieux château, il pouvait maintenant s’adonner à une de ses activités favorites : le tourisme.

– Ah oui, t’es vraiment super kilianisé en fait… – murmura Gabri’el, essoufflé, en retrouvant le brun en train d’acheter un manga dans une boutique souvenir après avoir coursé Stin et Kémi dans les rues et les avoir retrouvés à patauger dans des sources chaudes.

Toujours chiffonné, le dix-huitième s’énerva. Le traiter de kilianisé en public, même si c’était vrai, était considéré comme un crime de lèse-majesté envers la puissance brune. Du coup, il se mit à bouder. Puis demanda à ce qu’on lui fasse une visite guidée des ruines et qu’on lui dise où était son chaton.

– Mais il n’est pas là, triple buse ! – s’égosilla le châtain en fumant de colère. Si t’avais un peu révisé ton histoire, tu saurais que le septième Aar’on a reconstruit le château à l’identique sur les ruines de l’ancien après la reconquête de Susanoo, pour montrer à l’univers tout entier que c’était lui le chef et qu’il ne fallait pas le faire chier ! Les ruines que visitent les touristes, c’est un décor en papier mâché créé de toutes pièces pour les besoins d’un film réalisé sous le huitième, à la gloire du septième ! Je le sais bien, c’est moi qui l’ait réalisé, c’était super bien payé en plus !

Ah oui. Dis comme ça, maintenant, le dix-huitième se souvenait peut-être en avoir déjà entendu parler. Et pour cause, il avait le DVD. Un film très sympathique, d’ailleurs, qui mettait bien en avant le cul du Kili’an. Cela avait été une riche idée d’utiliser celui du huitième pour jouer le rôle de celui du septième. Mais c’était aussi fondamentalement triste. Surtout pour les bruns condamnés à ne jamais trouver leur Kili’an à eux. L’Aar’on en titre avait beaucoup pleuré en regardant ce film, et n’en avait jamais réellement vu la fin, pour cause d’assoupissement en suçant son pouce et en serrant fort contre lui son doudou avant le générique. Attention, normalement, un Aar’on ne suçait jamais son pouce, et ne suçait presque jamais rien ! Mais lui, il était kilianisé. Du coup, il avait une excuse.

– Ah oui, d’accord, mais du coup, faudrait qu’on aille où, du coup ?

– Si tu me laissais parler, aussi… – grommela Gabri’el. Bref, oublié et abandonné sur Susanoo, il parait que le petit Ukas a réussi à voyager seul dans l’univers. On l’aurait aperçu sous le dixième Aar’on sur Varaha puis sur Ris, mais…

L’artiste éternel ne termina pas là non plus sa phrase. Et pour cause, l’imbécile qui lui servait d’Aar’on avait fait malencontreusement fait tomber sa peluche Kili’an dans les douves du château et hurlait pour qu’on la lui ramène tandis que la peluche en question pataugeait joyeusement dans trente centimètres d’eau. Seul capable de faire quelque chose de ses dix doigts – l’Aar’on pleurait et les chatons avaient des coussinets – Gabri’el dut se résoudre à s’y coller, non sans rouspéter. Une fois le faux Kili’an récupéré, séché et puni, le Space Force One redécolla puis atterrit quelques heures plus tard sur Ris, où il n’y avait pour ainsi dire rien à faire depuis que la base de l’anti-humanité avait été détruite. Heureusement, un glacier avait ouvert à la place pour permettre aux visiteurs de passage de se rafraichir un peu. Du coup, ce fut double ration de glace au Nutella pour Gabri’el et l’Aar’on, et triple de glace à la vanille pour les Nékos. Le Nutella étant connu comme étant bien trop fort pour eux et donc dangereux pour le reste de Vojolakta.

– C’est sympa ici. – songea le dix-huitième à haute voix. Mais moi, j’ai toujours pas mon Ukas ! C’est important. Je veux être un grand Aar’on. Je veux qu’on se souvienne de moi comme de l’Aar’on qui a réuni la sainte triade miaouesque. Comme ça, les gens ne poseront pas trop de questions sur ma mèche blonde. C’est important, la légende, tu sais ? Il faut la construire avec soin, si on ne veut pas finir avec une réputation de merde comme le onzième ou le douzième…

Ça, Gabri’el le savait bien. Il s’était tué à le répéter à tous les bruns qu’il avait croisés, mais tous n’avaient pas la grâce du septième ou la classe du quinzième, malheureusement. Enfin, il fallait parfois faire contre mauvaise fortune bon cœur. Et maintenant que tout le monde était calme, il pouvait enfin en placer une :

– Si tu m’avais écouté un peu, aussi, au lieu de te jeter sur tous les lieux où s’est retrouvé ton chaton sans réfléchir ! – grogna-t-il en terminant de lécher sa cuillère. Après Ris, Ukas a été aperçu pour la dernière fois sur Baldr par un de mes vieux copains, certain d’avoir vu un truc doré se balader dans le coin… Tout ça à l’époque du treizième Aar’on, mais…

Une fois encore, Gabri’el fut coupé avant la fin de son explication. La cause cette fois-ci ? Une simple mutinerie de l’ensemble des Chérubs, furieux de ne pas avoir eu droit, eux aussi à leur glace réglementaire. Le temps de punir les leaders en les privant de dessert et de resserrer les cordes qui servaient à attacher tous ces satanés rebelles, Space force one atterrissait sur la lune Baldr, en plein milieu de la quinzième édition du festival interstellaire du mal, de la méchanceté, du stupre et de la bêtise, co-organisé par les Ashtars – toujours maître du système Solgad –, les Frécheurs – espèce endémique de la planète voisine, Frigg – et les Pleugs – résidents végétaux mais non moins coquins de Baldr. Certes, ces derniers n’étaient pas animés de conscience, mais les Frécheurs les aimaient tellement qu’elles les considéraient presque comme des Dieux et avaient donc insisté pour qu’ils puissent eux aussi être représentés au comité d’organisation.

Forcément, devant autant d’adversaires naturels aussi puissants, le combat s’engagea immédiatement. Avec son armée de Chérub, Gabri’el décima un grand nombre d’Ashtars, avant de se retrouver submergé par les revendications sociales de ses propres soldats.

Apeurés par les Frécheurs et leurs ongles griffus, Stin et Kémi allèrent se réfugier en tremblant derrière l’Aar’on. Ce dernier, plutôt sûr de lui, voyait dans cette affaire l’occasion de briller un peu en duo avec sa peluche Kili’an, comme les couples légendaires d’antan. Seul problème : sa peluche Kili’an ne maîtrisait pas Chlorophyli, le RP des blonds permettant de contrôler tous les organismes verts et de s’en servir comme armes. Du coup, sa ©Végéscratch que lui avait imposé de porter Gabri’el ne lui servait plus à rien. Préférant s’en séparer pour être plus à l’aise dans ses mouvements, il laissa malheureusement sa plus sensible extrémité à découvert, ce dont profitèrent immédiatement un troupeau de Frécheurs. Sa peluche congelée par le bout, le dix-huitième chouina et se roula par terre. C’était complétement injuste ! Pourquoi devait-il être le seul Aar’on à avoir un faux Kili’an inutile au combat et à devoir se démerder tout seul par lui-même ?

Toujours aux prises avec ses Chérubs revendicatifs, Gabri’el lui hurla d’enfiler au plus vite la ©Végéscratch de sa peluche. En tant qu’Aar’on kilianisé, il possédait un double Regard et pouvait de fait utiliser Chlorophyli. La preuve était à la fois dans ses cheveux, mais aussi dans ses yeux. Si son iris gauche était d’un noir de jais, celui qui ornait la droite de son visage brillait d’un vert plus lumineux que celui d’une émeraude. Mais ça, le dix-huitième n’en avait cure. Il était bien trop peiné pour se battre. Là, il avait surtout envie de pleurer et de bouder. Ce qu’il fit, d’ailleurs, vu que rien ne l’en empêchait.

Ce fut ainsi que toute la petite troupe se fit capturer et enfermer dans une prison isolée au sommet du plus vieux glacier de la planète voisine, Frigg.

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hello! may we request emily (class of 09)? - mortis

yes !!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ here she is !

room 109 ,, EMILY . . .

names : emily , zoey

pronouns : she / her , ze / zer , mew / mews , kit / kits , paw / paws , 🐾 , 🎀 , 🍥

terms : feminine

genders : trans - transgender , transfeminine

orientation : lesbian

paraphilias : 💥 , 🩸 , 🍭

species : trans - nekomimi

cis - ids : adhd - i , borderline personality disorder , self harmer , suicidal , alterhuman

tris - ids : punk , chronically online

trans - ids : therian , brazilian , japanese , alternative , perma - teen , perma - bandaged

roles : persecutor , masochist

source : emily from class of ‘09

typing quirk : uses kaomojis

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kingonews · 4 years ago

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MALI: BAH N'DAW NOMMÉ PRÉSIDENT DE LA TRANSITION.

MALI: BAH N’DAW NOMMÉ PRÉSIDENT DE LA TRANSITION.

Le Nouveau Président de la Transition Bah N’Daw

C’est désormais fait. L’ancien ministre de défense. Bah N’daw nommé président de la transition au Mali et Assimi Goita vice-président.

Au Mali, l’ancien ministre de la Défense, Bah N’Daw est nommé lundi président de la transition pour les 18 prochains mois.

Le comité mis en place par la junte au pouvoir depuis le putsch du 18 août, annonce…

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lorralibre · 5 years ago

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fadiga, analgésicos, kurt cobain, ocupação, propaganda enganosa da net, cigarros, a possível parede vermelha no novo apartamento e a responsabilidade de quem fica com a única cópia da chave quando se mora em dois

Acredito que as duas últimas semanas feriram meu psicológico profundamente. É o conflito de lidar e encarar os problemas do dia a dia que tem me colocado para baixo. E me parece que tenho descido um degrau por dia, com uma venda nos olhos, de costas. Tudo me dói a mente e creio que nem os analgésicos que tenho tomado quase que diariamente, resolvam o meu padecimento.

Assisti hoje o documentário sobre o Cobain. Me inspirou a escrever sobre o agora. Kurt escrevia, sentia, sofria, como qualquer outro ser humano. Era um homem tão cobrado que não conseguiu lidar com o mundo cruel. Realmente, a realidade dói. Não o julgo, não o culpo. Faz parte do processo tomarmos decisões para aliviar nossos sofrimentos. Em relação a isso, me sinto como um ser comum, parecida com ele. Compreendo-o completamente.

Minha universidade foi ocupada por amigos estudantes que reivindicam a nomeação arbitrária para o candidato a reitor, escolhido pelo presidente da república. O último lugar da lista tríplice, o qual possui afinidades políticas e ideológicas com o Bozo, foi nomeado no dia 4 de setembro ilegitimamente e por decreto. Os meios democráticos mais uma vez foram negados e deturpados nesse governo conservador e fascista. Eu apoio o movimento estudantil da UFFS e tenho participado da ocupação na reitoria, quase todos os dias. Somo, mas preciso sumir as vezes para reestruturar a mim mesma. As aulas nesse momento, estão paralisadas e eu mal lembro o significado de adiantar matérias. Não sei mais o que é isso. A classe estudantil e dos professores vive em meio a incertezas desde sempre... E desde que escolhi a licenciatura, tenho enxergado um mundo concreto, cinza, particularmente fatigante e complexo.

Passei por um estresse na última quinta-feira. Resumindo, nunca mais assino nenhum tipo de contrato sem antes conferir informações. E eu juro que conferi, mas mesmo vendo o erro, coloquei meu nome. Auto sabotagem ou inocência de esperar o menos pior de uma empresa capitalista, pensando que tudo poderia ser resolvido por uma ligação na central de atendimento?! Fui idiota. Me senti culpada por algo que não deveria. Ainda me sinto culpada. Eu chorei nesse dia... E ainda não sei como resolver esse problema.

Faz uma semana que tenho fumado tabaco. (Que importância tem isso para esse texto?) Eu queria, na verdade, parar de fumar. Já falei isso tantas vezes, que reviro os olhos sempre que penso em parar de vez. Me sinto hipócrita.

Estou sozinha no apartamento para o qual me mudei há quase um mês. O Gonzinha está deitado comigo. Não estou de fato, tão sozinha assim. O Matheus foi trabalhar hoje. Fiquei feliz por ele e espero que esteja se saindo bem nesse primeiro dia de trampo. Sobre a casa, estamos pagando a pintura adiantado, então significa que podemos pinta-la enquanto morarmos aqui. Quero usar tinta vermelha.

Espero ouvir o interfone quando o Matheus chegar, pois tenho medo de passar pela experiência que tive com ele, quando, depois de voltar para casa após uma manhã exaustiva na escola, fiquei trancada para fora, porque o benzinho não ouviu o interfone tocando devido ao seu sono pesado, nem mesmo quando o vizinho abriu a porta de entrada e eu em frente ao nosso apartamento, gritava, “MATHEUS, CARALHO!”. Foram quase duas horas de uma depreciação interna por tudo e todos. Sentada na escada dentro do prédio e convenientemente cabisbaixa, aguardei por algum milagre até ele acontecer. Logo, não quero faze-lo passar igualmente por isso, mesmo que eu saiba que seria uma boa hora para revidar sadiamente, visto que assim como ele tenho o sono pesado... Não. Não sou de dar o troco na mesma moeda e entendo que incidentes acontecem... Mas se eu dormir, não sei se acordarei a tempo, só digo que tentarei, claro. Bah, eu deveria ter tirado uma outra cópia da chave...

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turimexico · 6 years ago

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Bahía Tortugas en Baja California Sur

Bahía Tortugas es una comunidad de pescadores dedicada a la pesca de langosta y abulón.

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Las aguas de La Nicolasa, La Cañada, el Playón y Los Bungalos siempre son una excelente opción para disfrutar de unas excelentes vacaciones.

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continuouscalamity · 6 years ago

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CHAPTER 2 TRIAL TRANSCRIPT

Ding! Ding! Dong!

Monoboar clears his throat hoarsely to get everyone's attention directed towards the monitor.

"Oi! Yer all pretty gutshoed up for this investigation, wouldn't ya say? Now head to the foyer and to the elevator! Same procedure as last time!"

TRIAL 2 - BEGINNING

[4:00 PM] Monoboar!: As you all crowd into the elevator and the doors shut behind you, the noise of the elevator slowly descending down rings in your ears, the low, ominous hum of everything moving around you.

The more you descend, the more it dawns on you-- more people had died in such a short span of time... Akihiko... Aderyn... Akemi... and now Wallace was a victim of another murder, done by one of your hands.

It's another deadly class trial...!

....

The elevator finally stops to it's destination, revealing a large trial room, with stands all in a circle. Four stands now bear the mark of the fallen, four portraits pertaining to Akihiko, Aderyn, Akemi, and Wallace.

And... another person was missing? But she doesn't have a portrait... you wonder where she is.

@Alive (You may walk to your stands.) [4:01 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo walks to his stand. He doesn't wanna be here. [4:01 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko walks to her stand as if on autopilot. This sucks, man. [4:01 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy is at his stand. [4:01 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Atemis stiffly walks over to her stand. [4:02 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is not at her stand. [4:02 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: Rayne is at their stand hello. [4:02 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Has anyone seen Hazeldine-san?" [4:02 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel headed to his stand, doll in arms. He didn't like this. [4:02 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "W-wait! Where's Ms. Hazeldine?!" [4:02 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: Renzo walks in front of their stand, turns around, and hoists themselves up to sit on the edge. "Nope!" [4:02 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri goes to her stand. [4:02 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...That's... Not good..." [4:02 PM] Monoboar!: "Bah, don't worry 'bout it!" Monoboar snorts. [4:03 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "No I WILL worry about it! Where is she?!" [4:03 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie looks at the empty stand beside him.

"Uh, what do you mean, don't worry about it?" [4:03 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck- Where is she you stupid tub of lard?!" [4:03 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar rolls his beady little eyes, resting a pudgy chin on his hoof. "It means ya don't gotta worry 'bout her!" [4:04 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She pales once more. "I-is she...?”

[4:04 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo is ANGRY but he knows better. He just bears his fangs like a feral animal and hisses. [4:04 PM] Monoboar!: The boar shakes his head. "Not what yer thinkin'." [4:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Where. The fuck. Is she?" Wilma says softly, though her voice is laced with danger. "If she ain't hurt you ain't got no reason to be keeping her from us."

She stares real fucking hard at Monoboar. [4:06 PM] Monoboar!: "I got every reason, Missy! Now shut up and figure it out on yer own!"

Monoboar slams his familiar gavel down loudly, marking the beginning of a new class trial.

"Let the trial for Wallace Callaghan and missin' Hazel Hazeldine commence!"

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[4:06 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I...we can't just start the trial without her, can we?" [4:06 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: W-what did you do to her? Kubo thinks, but stays quiet. [4:07 PM] Monoboar!: "Course ya can! That's why I started it!" [4:07 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I'd love to find out where Princess is, but we have to focus on this first." [4:07 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "Why not? We have the clues and things, so we can start now!" They say, kicking their feet. [4:08 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Alright...I suppose that's true." [4:09 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma grits her teeth.

"...I don't reckon Monoboar's gonna tell us shit til we figure it out ourselves, so...we might as well get started."

She is not happy about it. [4:10 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy glances around. "So... How about that note?" [4:10 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Alright, so...how're we gonna start this-Oh." Well, there we go. "What note?" [4:11 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "You know, the note!" Yes Renzo. Shh. [4:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma gives them a Look. Elaborate, please. [4:12 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :cluebullet: "The one that said 'meet me in the lounge to talk about the boar' or whatever. It was right next to the body." [4:12 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "That note!" [4:13 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma blinks.

"Well...So that's what got 'im in the lounge then, I reckon?" Duh. [4:13 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :consentbullet: "Ah yes...it seemed as if it was written in a very hasty manner..." [4:13 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Probably had to get it to someone fast, but why would it be by his body?" [4:13 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Mhm mhm.... I saw that note too!" [4:13 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Maybe he was holding on to it?" Wilma suggests in response to Packie's question. [4:14 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: "Perhaps our friend Wallace brought it in with him, yes yes!" [4:14 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Thanks for backing her up, Renzo. [4:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Speaking of the body...

"Y'all saw those ugly bruises on his neck, right?" [4:17 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Th' file said he died of a sir-vee-cal fracture," She says, enlongating the unfamiliar word. "But it looked like a plain old broken neck to me." [4:18 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Yeesh. What a way to go." } [4:19 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "So what you're saying is somebody got him where they wanted him then BAM, got him in one go!" [4:20 PM] 🔥 ZOZO! 🔥: { "OOoooo, so fast....!" } [4:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :counterbullet: "Not quite...there were clear signs of a struggle all over the lounge. In fact, it was a complete wreck." [4:20 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"He's... not as smart as I thought, then."} [4:20 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is tapping his hoof a bit impatiently. [4:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Ok, hog. Fuck off. [4:21 PM] Monoboar!: Kay. [4:21 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Oh. Huh." [4:22 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Why's he only got injuries on his neck then? That don't seem like much of a struggle." [4:22 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts in amusement. [4:22 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I 'unno how this would help out, but.."

:cluebullet: Packie takes out a nice, fancy fountain pen. "This was in his pocket."

"Don't ask how I got it from him." Sorry Wilma. [4:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Stealing off a corpse? Really?" } [4:22 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {"Hayai-san...you stole from Callaghan-san's corpse?!"} [4:23 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel gave Monoboar the best glare he could while still in tears. [4:23 PM] Monoboar!: "Oooh, gutsy! i like it!" [4:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma's frown deepens. [4:23 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "I won't fucking steal it, I'll return it to his room afterwards. Besides, it might help out or something." [4:24 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {She's still frowning, but has no further comments on the subject.} [4:24 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Alright, he had a pen on him. Now what?" [4:24 PM] Monoboar!: {"Snrf..."} [4:25 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I have...a theory I'd like to share. If no one objects." [4:25 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Huh? Go ahead."

[4:27 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :testitheorybullet: "The state of the lounge suggests a large struggle took place there, but Callaghan-san's body is...well, you know. What if someone other than him took part in said struggle?" [4:27 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar's piggy ears perk up. [4:28 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Like, somebody besides the killer and Wallace?" [4:29 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Someone could've saw what happened and tried to interfere?" [4:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :consentbullet: "Yes. I believe that might've been the case."

"Which brings me to another clue I found..." she clears her throat, regaining some of her composure, "There was a pale-blue ribbon crumpled on the ground in the library. Which gives me reason to think Hazeldine-san might've been attacked by someone." [4:30 PM] Monoboar!: {"Snrf, how spicy!"} [4:31 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :consentbullet: "Yeah, yeah, I saw that ribbon too!"

"But something still ain't right..." [4:33 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "If Princess Peanut was caught up in it, why wouldn't she be here now?" He taps against hisstand. "I don't think she's dead or anything, but I don't get why she'd hide." [4:33 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar looks amused. [4:33 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "I was gonna say that..." } [4:33 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks even more agitated at the reminder that Hazel is still missing.

"I ain't sure she's hiding..." She says slowly. "Otherwise I think the hog over there woulda dragged her out." [4:34 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis glances to the portrait standing beside her. "Uh. Missing Hazels aside, anyone else notice lounge doors?" [4:35 PM] Rayne Maelstrom 👹 Demon Time: "Yeah!!! They were open yes?" [4:36 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Mhm. Which is really fucking weird because the lounge is locked and off-limits during the night." [4:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Ain't that place sposed to be locked down at night?" [4:36 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: {"You guys sync up."} [4:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't look happy about that. [4:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Well, it wouldn't be the first time Callaghan-san has tried to test the nighttime rules." [4:37 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Was he fucking out of his mind?" [4:38 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "He got fuckin' cocky is what happened." [4:38 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts, speaking up. "Oh, gyeheheh, I helped out with that. Unlocked it m'self!" [4:38 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {Keiko glares at Artemis. Please don't talk shit about the dead man.} [4:38 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "You helped? Is that allowed?" [4:39 PM] Monoboar!: "My damn mansion, ain't it? My rules!" Monoboar cackles. [4:39 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy can't argue with that, as much as he wants to. [4:39 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "That's kinda unfair isn't it?!" [4:39 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You knew what the killer was up to?" [4:40 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Well, then...maybe he wanted to investigate why the door was open?"

"Did anyone hear anything at night? Surely such a big struggle must've caused some noise."

[4:41 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "You did?" [4:41 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"You really gotta sleeve shot doves to get our attention?"} [4:41 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma's staring at Willy, waiting impatiently for the explanation. [4:42 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: :testitheorybullet: "At two in the morning I heard something go clink clink in the halls outside my room. I'm a light sleeper, so it was easy to hear." [4:43 PM] Monoboar!: {"Clink clink! Clinkin' and clackin' and..." The boar is making various sound effects in the background.} [4:43 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: {"Something go clink clink?" she's so confused.} [4:44 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "A kind of jingling, maybe." } [4:44 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"Glass? Maybe?"} [4:44 PM] Monoboar!: {"Stop yer damn whispering."} [4:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Shut the hell up, hog." Wilma says reproachfully. She looks closely at Willy. "Two in the mornin', huh...that's just a little bit before the time of death, ain't it?" [4:44 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "That's right!" [4:46 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar taps his hoof in anticipation. [4:47 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "That's...odd. And you didn't hear the struggle?" [4:47 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Nope." [4:47 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "It was on the second floor." Wilma points out. Second floor is different from in the hall. [4:48 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy points to his nose and a Wilma. [4:48 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "So someone left their room close to the time of death...and they made a jingling sound."

"What could possibly make a sound like that?" [4:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Clown hat." [4:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: No one here has one of those, I think. [4:49 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "...Do clowns wear hats?" } [4:49 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...I meant what in here could've caused it, Ortega-san." [4:49 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar appears annoyed. [4:49 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Okay. Well, fuck you too. [4:50 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I ain't sure 'bout all that right now, but were there any other clues we ain't discussed yet?" [4:52 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Her eyes widen. "There is one thing I investigated that hasn't been spoken of yet."

"One of the books was put back in the wrong place in the library, and it seemed to be sticking out a bit." [4:52 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "If it was a heavy book, it could've been used as a weapon." [4:53 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods.

"Ah, yeah, I saw that too...you didn't happen to open it up, didja?" [4:53 PM] Eri [origami time]: "I also found some stuff that wasn't mentioned" [4:53 PM] Monoboar!: {Monoboar is beginning to clack his gavel on his throne. He looks bored, and waiting for juicy action.} [4:54 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "No...I should've probably done that, now that I think of it. I'm sorry, Ortega-san." [4:54 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I did." She says, shifting uncomfortably. "It were a book about cults 'n shit." [4:55 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis cringed lightly. "That's not creepy at all. Anyone into scult shit?" [4:55 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri twirls around a strand of her hair. [4:55 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Not that I'm aware of...though I doubt anyone would admit to it now that it'd incriminate them." [4:56 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "There was also a paper fulla notes stuck in the book...like someone was studying er something." [4:57 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is impatiently staring at the ice skater. [4:57 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko frowns. "That's even more odd."

"But...what about those things you mentioned, Eri-san? The ones we haven't spoken about?" [4:59 PM] Eri [origami time]: "The drawers in the kitchen were ransacked, someone was probably looking for something. And there was a slighty scuffed and damaged marble rolling pin in the lounge's trash can." [5:00 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Well, I think we know where the rolling pin came from then." [5:01 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "..."

"You think they were lookin' for knives?" [5:01 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...Maybe that pin was used to hit someone? [5:02 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "And where would those knives be?" Willy glances at Artemis." } [5:03 PM] Eri [origami time]: "It was probably used to kill Wallace?" Eri shrugged. [5:03 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: {"Hey. I almost saved him from getting fucking murdered."} [5:03 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: :counterbullet: "He had a broken neck...can a rolling pin cause such damage?" [5:03 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Almost." } [5:03 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Maybe with enough force behind it...?" [5:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shakes her head. [5:04 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar seems doubtful about some of these hunches, but which ones? [5:04 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "You can break a neck with a lot less."

[5:04 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Marble is pretty heavy isn't it?" [5:04 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace woulda had to be glued to the ground to create 'nough force to break his neck like that, I think." ...That's how physics works right? [5:04 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Probably." [5:05 PM] Monoboar!: "Glued t' tha ground? What kinda hypothesis is that?" Monoboar snorts in amusement. [5:05 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma would literally murder Monoboar right now if she could. [5:07 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis has a little lightbulb. "Uh... Hm. Say, do you all think he died on that couch?" [5:07 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko's eyes widen yet again.

"We have no way to confirm it. The couch was the only spotless thing about the lounge, after all." [5:08 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "I don't know enough about furniture to back this up, but I doubt it would be easy to snap a neck on a couch." [5:08 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "So what? Y'all suggesting he was placed there?" Wilma tilts her head. [5:09 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "If the boot fuckin' fits. Wallace kinda big and really fucking heacy. It'd take some strength to get him on the couch, right?" [5:10 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar looks intrigued. [5:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'know what's botherin' me..." Wilma speaks up, trying to ignore Monoboar, because she hates him and so do I. "That whole mess in the lounge looked pretty violent....but Walleye was barely touched. 'Cept for the uh, well, you know." [5:13 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Weird" [5:13 PM] Monoboar!: "Sure is!" Monoboar looks ecstatic. [5:13 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "It's got me wondering if Wallace was the intended target at all." [5:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar's snorts at that. [5:14 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...That's a good point, actually... Maybe it's the culprit who was beaten up rather than Wallace-kun?" [5:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts again. [5:14 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks around the room.

"...Do any of yall got obvious injuries?" [5:15 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I don't believe Callaghan-san could do something like this, but we must consider all possibilites, so..."

"It's possible that Callaghan-san tried to murder someone, and that person was defended by the culprit, who then went on to kill Callaghan-san himself." [5:16 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "...Welp I'm lost." } [5:17 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I ain't sure 'bout that..." Wilma says hesitantly. "Why the note addressing Wallace himself, then? It don't add up." [5:18 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks thoughtful again. [5:18 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ah, you're right..." [5:19 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I didn't wanna mention it at first, 'cause it didn't appear to be used in this murder...I think. But my gun's been missing since last night." [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Is it possible that the note was forged? Is that the word?" [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...Oh, no." [5:19 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: ...

"Ah." [5:19 PM] Eri [origami time]: "Geez" [5:19 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Where was it last?" [5:19 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "At least. You didn't have any bullets." [5:19 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Well..." [5:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "That ain't quite true." [5:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "There were bullets inside???"

[5:20 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy's eyes narrow. "Hm?" [5:20 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "..." [5:20 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Oh my fucking god-" [5:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shrugs. "Wouldn't be much of a gun if there wasn't." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'all never had to worry anyways. The bullets weren't real, so anyone hopin' to use them wouldn't a got far." [5:21 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar cackles underneath his hooves. [5:21 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh...good." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Hog gave me a nerf gun." [5:21 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Still, it's been missin'." [5:22 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...What were we worrying about, then?!" [5:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "." [5:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: { "Could have started off with the 'fake gun, fake bullets' thing..." } [5:23 PM] Monoboar!: "Pshh, just look atcha, Sheriff, up n' down! Yer wieldin' a gun that can't even help ya. Sad." [5:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't look impressed. It takes more than that to rile her up. [5:24 PM] Monoboar!: "No wonder that catty lady died so young. I would'a thought it interesting to see you try pumpin' me full of lead over that ordeal, but nope." [5:24 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Will you shut the fuck up?" [5:24 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts with laughter. [5:24 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Don't speak of Akemi-san like that!" [5:24 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Okay, now she's getting pissed. [5:24 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Calm down before this gets outta hand." [5:25 PM] Monoboar!: "Hazel, too! She's off missin' somewhere cuz you don't got the weaponry to threaten me! Ahhh, lovin' this power... just like back at the wild..." There is no wild. He's just an asshole. [5:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "You better shut the hell up." [5:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma is quickly losing her composure. [5:26 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san, please. We can't afford to lose our composure right now." [5:26 PM] Monoboar!: "Ugh, and Wally. Got his head turned 360 all cuz your guys' little president ain't shit!" [5:26 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy silently makes a talking mouth motion with his hand whenever Monoboar speaks. [5:26 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Block him out! Movin' the fuck on! What else hasn't been vleared up?" She's trying to difuse the ticking time-bomb that is Wilma. [5:26 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts once more. [5:27 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Ghhh...!!!" Lake clawed at her head in irritation before shaking it, trying to focus on the task at hand. [5:28 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar just huffs at everyone. [5:28 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: It's honestly just muscle memory. Nothing more than that. Monoboar reminded her of her failures, and well- She isn't having it. She doesn't need to hear this from him.

It's so quick it's barely even perceptible until she has it out.

Wilma pulls out her gun and points it at Monoboar. [5:29 PM] Monoboar!: "Oh?" [5:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "..." [5:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san!! Please stop this instant!"

[5:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "I thought you didn't have your fucking gun, Wilma!" [5:29 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Wilma-san?! I thought you just said you didn't--" [5:29 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Guys, can we fucking not have an extra dead guy." [5:30 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "It doesn't have real bullets." Wilma reminds Packie quietly.

She's shaking with anger. [5:30 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "But...you said it was missing. Why did you lie, Ortega-san?" [5:30 PM] Monoboar!: "Yeah? What's a dirty little liar gonna do shootin' me with nerf bullets!? Gwahahahaahar!" [5:31 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...Wait... Why did she lie about her gun?" [5:32 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma takes a few deep, shuddering breaths and lowers the gun.

She pulls the brim of her hat down. Her eyes aren't visible.

"...Had to." Is all she says. [5:32 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Why were you lying?" Willy repeat. [5:32 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You had to?" [5:32 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'aint getting more of an answer than that til I know-" She cuts herself off and glares at Monoboar. [5:33 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis has a bigger light buld. "Wilma. Did you... try to stop Wallace from doing the shit he did before? Trying to bypass the rules?" [5:33 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar snorts in Wilma's general direction. [5:33 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "..." Wilma doesn't answer Artemis's question. [5:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: She's still staring at Monoboar, apparently waiting for something. [5:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Give her back." [5:35 PM] Monoboar!: ...and with a puff of smoke and a flash of sparkles, there's an explosion (not literally) where Hazel's stand is.

The smoke dissipates, and Hazel stands there, shaken, covered in glitter. The poet looks extremely unhappy, for good reason. [5:35 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Wh-" [5:35 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "U-Uuuuuu....!?" [5:35 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Hazeldine-san! Are you alright?!" [5:35 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck-" [5:35 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nearly collapses in relief.

"Oh thank the fuckin' stars." [5:35 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel squinted. [5:36 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I-I'm, I..." Hazel regains her balance, clutching on the stand. "...." [5:36 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Hey, appearing in a puff of smoke is my thing! Stay in your lane, pig!" [5:36 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar sticks his tongue out at Willy. [5:36 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma, for a second, looks so painfully happy to see Hazel's okay...and then her expression shuts down completely. [5:37 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel looks around hastily at the others, and back at Wilma.

"I-I know...!" [5:37 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie brushes some of the glitter off of him since he was near the blast. [5:37 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake did the same. [5:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "..." Keiko places both her hands on top of her cane.

"Can you both tell us what happened last night?" [5:37 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I reckon they know too, Miss Basil." Wilma says quietly. [5:37 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel clutches at her head, looking upset at the lack of her hair ribbon, before her mouth hangs open in shock, staring at Wilma.

"they know...? Truly?" [5:38 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "You wouldn't be back here if they don't got some sort of inklin'." [5:38 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: She bites her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she looks at everyone in fear.

"...tell me what you all know, then." [5:39 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko is so confused. "C-Callaghan-san died. And Ortega-san lied about her gun being stolen, for some reason..." [5:39 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "Th-That's not what I meant! Ugh!" Hazel stamps her foot. "I mean... do you know who did it all?" [5:40 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "It's...between you two, really." [5:42 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Were you held, like, as a hostage? If Ortega, if she really did it, didn't, y'know, then..? Or did you both work together." [5:43 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I... was held as a hostage, yes." Hazel nods. [5:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma is silent. [5:44 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Also, Auz is afk for a second. Oops. [5:45 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "Wilma killed Wallace, you walked in," Willy is attempting to put it together. "Boar didn't want you to make it one sided and he took you out of the picture for a little bit? Something like that?" [5:45 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: There's a dry, humorless chuckle from Wilma.

"Knew you were one of the smarter candidates." She says, sighing. [5:45 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is wringing her hands together, and weakly nods. [5:46 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Since if you were here, it would've been too simple. And that damn boar doesn't like that." [5:46 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "..." [5:46 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "So... You were the one jingling." He glances at Wilma. [5:46 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "...Lady Wilma," She chokes out, but is unable to speak any further. She nods once more at Packie. [5:47 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "...So you're..." Shaking. Fists balled up, "You're saying Wilma-san is..." [5:48 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Am I 'llowed to speak now, your royal fuckhead?" Wilma hisses, glaring at Monoboar. "Or ain't I off the hook yet." [5:48 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar huffs, rolling his beady little eyes once more, and waves a hoof boredly. "Uhhhh, doy, they basically got it down, sheriff!" [5:49 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Fine." Wilma tips her hat back up, looking at everyone around the trial room. "Yeah, I did it. I killed Walleye." [5:50 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Why? Why did you do it, Ortega-san?"

"You said...you said you would protect us all!"

[5:51 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "She probabl ywas trying to protect us-" She gave Wilma a sideglance. She stands by her ealier question. [5:51 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "Was it because of what you said earlier?" He leans against his stand. "Where you were suspicious that Wallace would try to test the nighttime rules again." [5:51 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Her teeth were clenched along with her fists as she fought the temptation to yell at either Wilma or the boar in favor of letting Wilma speak. [5:52 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel's crying has started back up again. He covered his mouth to avoid making any noise to interrupt. [5:52 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is clutching her arms, holding herself as she attempts to maintain her composure.

"I had gotten into an argument the day he did that, and... well, he seemed completely unresponsive to my worries about that situation. I-I just didn't expect it to lead to... 'getting rid of him.'" She winces. [5:53 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace didn't just try the nighttime rules again." Wilma states, sighing. "He outright broke 'em. Again." [5:54 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: "You still protected us, in a way." [5:54 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Fffffucking idiot..." Lake murmured through her teeth, "Idiots... Idiots... I...!" [5:55 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "No, that's not true. You didn't...you didn't protect us."

"Protecting us includes all of us, it included Callaghan-san too!! You didn't--You couldn't have just killed him!!" [5:55 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "So I was right. You tried to stop him so he wouldn't get us all killed." [5:55 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "Lady Wilma... wasn't justified in her murder, but... she had a reason, and she took it to the extreme." Hazel says nervously. [5:55 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel let out a shaky breath. "Mister Callaghan was a good friend. He didn't deserve that. It wasn't the right way to go." He hugged his doll tighter. [5:56 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy is just glancing around the room, taking all of the different opinions. "...Of course..." He whispers under his breath. [5:57 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel huffs, looking at everyone else.

"...what good does it do in the end? We'd either risked all our lives, or have two of them taken away, and... it's... horrid." [5:57 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Wallace didn't die in the lounge. He went to the library. I was on my nighttime watch as always, and I followed 'im, and I wasn't gonna take a chance that was gonna get all of us killed." She says this easily, but her expression is grim. "Two's better than all of us, I 'spose. Walleye was there...readin' that book," She looks very tired. "And I just came up behind him and..."

She does an odd hand movement which you realize is the way you can physically break someone's neck, just using your arms! Awesome. [5:57 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel flinches. [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks at her apologetically. [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I had no intention of hidin' it. Miss B-Hazel...wasn't 'sposed to be there, but either way, I wasn't gonna hide it." [5:58 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "But." [5:58 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko shakes her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No...it's not fair. You could've talked to him, you could've--!!"

"You didn't have to kill him!!" [5:59 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He was trying very hard not to get mad, but that was his friend! Holy shit! "Miss Ortega, there's no justifying this. I think.. you're not going to become an angel." [5:59 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel scoffs, glaring at Cerviel. [6:00 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Monoboar didn't quite think that was interestin' enough," Wilma hisses, ignoring the people that are interrupting her motive speech. "So he took Hazel and told me I had to make it fun, or else..." [6:02 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Took a rollin' pin, fucked up the lounge a bit, then I moved 'im there so it'd be more confusin', I guess. Wrote that note, too. With his own pen." Wow, she really...truly...planned this horribly. Well, she didn't really plan it in the first place. "It all didn't add up real well 'cause I was just doing whatever it took to make it a case, I guess." [6:05 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "But y'all figured it out...I knew you would." Well, actually, Wilma just fucked up real bad, but let's not focus on that. "I know I failed y'all. I ain't fit to be a leader. Ain't sure I ever was."

She grabs the brim of her hat, pulling it down. "There ain't nothin' I can do to make up fer this. 'Cept dyin' I guess, but that ain't real useful in the long run."

She's...remarkably calm for someone who just admitted she's going to die. [6:06 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel whimpers, and feels like she's about to uproot the stand from the floor and destroy it with her bare hands. [6:06 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "This is...you could've talked to him!! You could've dragged him out of there, for God's sake! If you're strong enough to break his neck you could've done that instead!!"

"But...You didn't have to..." she trails off, looking down. [6:07 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He looked away. "At least you've accepted your fate, Miss Ortega. I'm sorry you thought there was no better way, but this is probably for the best now." [6:07 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis pursed her lips, shaking her head. "Sometimes that's the only way you can deal with insubordination..." That's terrifying, thanks Artemis. [6:07 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Maybe." Wilma admits. "But he'd been talked to. I ain't sayin' that justifies it, but sometimes...sometimes the law's gotta take things into their own hands. At the time, I did what I thought would protect y'all. I hope it still does."

"...But that don't mean my soul's going to salvation 'er nothin'." [6:08 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: "I-IT'S NOT FOR THE BEST!" Hazel cries. "N-Not for Lady Aderyn, and not for Wilma either... it's horrid...!?" The poet looks hysterical, near tears. [6:08 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "Bullshit... I-It's all bullshit," Hot tears began to stream down Lake's cheeks as she shouted, banging her fists on her podium in anger, "It's BULLSHIT!! W-We... W-We shouldn't even be fucking doing all this stupid detective shit!! W-We should b-be in class or something, n-not f-fucking having all these m-moral dilemmas because some FREAK p-practically held us at gun point to fucking K-KILL our classmates!! F-Fuck it all!!! FUCK IT ALL!!!" [6:08 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Would you have done it if it was Hazeldine-san? Or any one of us besides Callaghan-san????" [6:08 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel agrees with Lake, and shows this by crying and stamping her foot. [6:09 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods in response to Keiko's question. "If it woulda been them, breaking rules multiple times and showin' no signs of stoppin'. But it wasn't." [6:09 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: He held onto that doll, shaking. "There isn't much salvation out there. Not outside of this place. Not even if you die. I truly am sorry, Miss Ortega." [6:09 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CERVIEL!!" [6:09 PM] Monoboar!: ....

"Yeeeeesh, you maggots done here? I grow tired of all the wailin' really fast! D'ya think it's votin' time?" [6:10 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, TOO!!!" [6:10 PM] Monoboar!: "That a yes?" [6:10 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I'm mighty sorry ya had to be part of this, Miss Basil." Wilma says, taking her hat off as she looks towards the poet. "And that ya had to see that side of me. I'm glad I could make ya feel safe fer a little while, anyways." [6:10 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: ".... We should vote now." [6:10 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is clearly trying to hold back tears, and is only able to nod, lip quivering. [6:11 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Alright, go on 'n vote now." She says before Monoboar can, because fuck Monoboar, she will take every chance to steal his thunder.

[6:11 PM] Monoboar!: "Hmf ...Aaaaaalright, it's votin' time then!"

Same procedure as last trial, voting screens power on your stands, and there's a selection of students to choose from.

@Alive [6:11 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Haha beat you to it. [6:12 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma votes for herself. [6:12 PM] Eri [origami time]: Eri votes for Wilma. [6:12 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo votes for Wilma [6:12 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel quickly voted for Wilma. [6:12 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis votes for Wilma. "...I'm sorry, Woody. We fuckni' butted heads in the past but you were... an alright leader." [6:12 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake brought her fist down onto Wilma's (voting screen) face for her vote. [6:12 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko votes for Wilma. "I'm...truly sorry you felt like that was the only way, Ortega-san. Now we have lost not one, but two of us yet again..."

"I hope you're able to reflect on what you have done, wherever you go." [6:12 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy votes for Wilma. [6:13 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Kicking her podium in rage, Lake managed to leave a crack in the wood. [6:14 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar seems excited, and is close to pressing the complete button, but eyes Hazel impatiently. [6:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Who ain't voted yet?" Wilma looks confused. "It ain't real hard, folks." [6:15 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie votes for Wilma. Sorry. [6:15 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: No need to 'pologize. [6:16 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is teary-eyed, hand hovering over the voting screen as she glances over at the sheriff.

"I-I'm sorry, Wilma." She dropped the 'Lady', just as she's done with Akihiko before. "I hadn't.. I... what you did is bad, but I truly looked up to you. Please rest easy..."

She votes for Wilma, teary-eyed. [6:18 PM] Monoboar!: "...Everyone done votin'? If that's the case, let's get this show on the rooooooad!"

After everyone had voted, the screens flicker black, and proceed to light up in anticipation for each profile.

"Well then, worms, who's it gonna be this time? I know I'm real damn excited!"

...

A victory tune chimes out as the light lands on Wilma Ortega.

"Looks like it's the truth, gwahaha! Wilma Ortega killed Wallace Callaghan!"

[6:20 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma nods.

"Alright then...that's it, I 'spose. I don't mind dyin'....Sure don't want to, but I wasn't 'sposed to live this long anyways. The whole world weren't." [6:20 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko sighs deeply. "We will remember you, Ortega-san." [6:21 PM] Monoboar!: Hazel feels ready to collapse. [6:21 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar is snorting. [6:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "HOLD UP-"\ [6:22 PM] Monoboar!: "Gyehehehe-- huh?" [6:22 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "What the fuck you mean you weren't supposed to?" [6:22 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel turned away completely, hugging that doll. He didn't even wanna look anymore. [6:22 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma shrugs.

"Just what I said."

"Why'd you think Wallace had that book out on cults, anyways?" [6:22 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel tilts her head, confused. [6:22 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: "...Huh?" [6:23 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "He was into goat sacrifice-?" [6:23 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Absolutely not." WAY off base. [6:23 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "...What do you mean, Ortega-san?" [6:26 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "Y'all don't really think I got good at shootin' just from a Wild West show, do ya?" She smiles, but it's bitter. "Callaghan figured out where I grew up. Little place called Solomon's Grove. Y'all mighta heard of 'em, mighta not. Crazy little cult preparin' for the end of the world. 'Sposed to happen when I was thirteen." She snorts. "When it didn't, I realized it all was a buncha baloney and left. Got myself a job, put my skills to use. I lived a lot longer than I thought I was gonna. I've been livin' on borrowed time."

The rueful smile fades from her face. "Maybe this was what they meant all 'long 'bout me meeting my end in the 'outside world.' They weren't wrong, in the end. But I got to meet y'all, so I think it's worth it anyways." [6:28 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel is curling her hands into her hair anxiously, staring apprehensively at Wilma as she attempts to process this information.

"So... a cult? A whole cult..." The poet isn't sure what to say... [6:28 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "Ortega-san...a-a cult??" [6:28 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma dismissively waves a hand. "It ain't that serious. No sacrifices 'er none of that weird shit. Just farms and no fuckin' tech anywhere. 'Cept for guns, 'course." [6:28 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: "...That's really cool, Ortega-san..." [6:29 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma doesn't respond to that. [6:29 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel glances at Kubo a bit oddly, but shrugs it off. [6:29 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: "Jesus... At least you didn't do fucked up shit." [6:29 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "I'm sorry you had to grow up in such a place, Ortega-san..." [6:30 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...Anyways, none of that's the point. I'm just sayin'...I'm okay with my world ending like this." Her serious expression cracks a bit. "I'm okay 'long as y'all promise to do better than I could. No more leaders 'er any of that...work together. Keep each other in line. In a safe way." [6:31 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel was quiet as he listened, feeling the guilt start to seep in for having been mean. "I'm sorry about what I said, Miss Ortega. Maybe you will be an angel." [6:31 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: "We...we'll do better, Ortega-san. We won't let this happen again."

"Do you...do you have anything you want me to say to anyone outside? Anything you want to pass on?" she offers, just as she did with Aderyn. [6:34 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "...If y'all get to the Saco Wild West show, tell Leone I said hi." She says after a moment. "That's all. Tell 'im I'm doing fine, okay? And my parents..." She looks a bit pained. "They ain't too smart but they ain't bad people. Wouldn't recommend you go checkin' out Solomon's place, though. Maybe just send 'em a letter. Tell 'im I passed." She nods at Keiko, grateful. [6:34 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: She smiles sadly. "I will...I promise, Ortega-san."

"Please...tell Callaghan-san he will be missed as well, if you see him again." [6:35 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: "I got some 'pologies for him, and...everyone else that passed, so I'll be sure to." [6:35 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel disregards everything else and rushes over to give Wilma one last goodbye in the form of a hug.

"My apologies... Wilma..." Hazel says shakily. [6:36 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis gives Wilma a solem nod, she feels a very heavy pit of guilt in her gut. "I hope ya find peace.' [6:37 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko nods at Wilma's words. She hates Wilma's actions...but she doesn't deserve to die, either. [6:37 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake stomped off her podium and towards Wilma before she joined Hazel.

"God, fuck..." Lake sniffled as she tightened her grip, "You deserved so much fucking better than this hellhole, Wilma-san..." [6:39 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana was horrified. Absolutely, positively horrified. She could only hug Wilma one last time before she...well, ugh.

Hana slowly walked towards her, avoiding eye contact as she did. She didn't want Wilma to see her cry. She wrapped her arms around her tightly. She wanted to say something, anything to send Wilma off.

"Don't go...!" [6:42 PM] swiss cheese cowboy: Wilma looks surprised that anyone would get near her after that, let alone the girl who witnessed her murder. She blinks rapidly, as if trying to stop tears, and returns Hazel's hug. She flinches as two more people join the hug, and tries (and fails) to stop her body from shaking.

"I gotta go, Princess." She says softly. "I...No matter where I end up, I'm gonna be watchin' over y'all and protecting ya best I can anyways. I'll never stop."

She closes her eyes. The world is ending for her. She said she didn't mind, but...

"Thank y'all. I wanted to make y'all feel safe, but the truth is...I always felt like the world was on the verge of ending 'til I met y'all."

"Take care of yerselves now, okay? I'm countin' on yall."

"Goodbye." [6:42 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana sobbed loudly.

[6:43 PM] Monoboar!: "Oh... boohoo, I'm almost touched by the affection you've got! Too bad I gotta rip her away from ya!"

Monoboar slams a gavel onto a big red button, and Wilma is promptly whisked away from the others by a metal clamp attached to a chain snapping around her neck, and she's off...

Wilma Ortega has been found guilty. Time for the punishment.

[Done by @spiiderboiii]

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[6:44 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana stared at the execution for a moment before covering her eyes and dipping her head, hoping her hair would cover her face a little. [6:45 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko doesn't look. She can't do it. [6:45 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo watches intently. That was horrible... [6:45 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel didn't even watch. It didn't feel right even if it was the one who'd killed his friend. [6:45 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Keeping her eyes closed tight and her hands clamped down on her ears didn't stop the shots from giving her an idea of what happened. [6:46 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy frowns as he sees what unfolds. [6:46 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana flinched every time the shots happened. [6:46 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hana shrieks, unable to watch after the horses arrive, and clamps her hands over her ears. [6:47 PM] Monoboar!: Why i say hana :frowning: i tired. Anyways [6:47 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana hugs Hazel really hard. [6:48 PM] Monoboar!: Monoboar cackles once again.

"Well then! Another trial is off my hands, gwahahahar!" The boar laughs, and the elevator dings melodically, sliding open.

"Now scram, go cry in your rooms or somethin', ya grubs!"

The boar vanishes promptly, leaving you all to exit yourselves. [6:48 PM] Lake Kawaguchi | Fuck: Lake joined and wrapped her arms around Hazel and Hana both for a little while. [6:49 PM] Hazel Hazeldine | 🔖: Hazel does the same... but leads them in a small pack with shaky legs, into the elevator. Heh. Help. [6:49 PM] Hana Minami! | ART Room: Hana was still sobbing loudly. [6:50 PM] Monoboar!: @Alive Walk into the elevator. [6:50 PM] Keekoo Taisei | Terrible choices: Keiko leaves silently. It's not her place to try to comfort any of them. She can only hope Wilma can find peace, wherever she is. [6:50 PM] Kubo Tachibana | BLEHEHEH: Kubo walks into the elevator silently [6:50 PM] Willy Wonder | Room: Willy heads to the elevator. [6:50 PM] packie hayai 🌾 💤: Packie makes his way into the elevator, slumping against one of the walls. [6:51 PM] Cerviel Winter | Nest: Cerviel walked into the elevator with his doll, choking back more tears. He's a wreck. [6:51 PM] 🔫Artemis🔫| AAAAAAAAAAAAA: Artemis walks into the elevator, the pit in her stomach getting heavily. Shit's awful! [6:52 PM] Monoboar!: Once everyone is inside, whether you roleplayed that or not, the elevator shuts behind you and takes you back to the foyer...

Now Five people are gone, and it seems like your numbers are only going to continue dwindling...

TRIAL 2 - END.

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